"Elder Du, why are you crying?"
At this moment, Jiang Xinghai leisurely raised a hand and lit a cigarette, his expression one of confusion.
"I..."
Du Jingsong hadn't even realized he'd been angered to the point of tears.
He wiped the tears from his face. "The wind must have blown some sand into my eyes."
Even he didn't believe that line.
"Yes, a wind has picked up. The skies over Jizhou are changing, too."
Jiang Xinghai went along with Du Jingsong's flimsy excuse, glancing up at the vast night sky. "Wouldn't you agree, Elder Du?"
"Indeed. The skies over Jizhou have already changed." Du Jingsong's expression faltered.
'Jiang Xinghai's words have a double meaning!'
"Here I am in Jizhou, and I can't help but feel besieged on all sides. Do you think this change is for the better or for the worse, Elder Du?" Jiang Xinghai turned around with a serious expression and leaned over the table with both hands.
"It's a long story."
