Qi Lei turned over to Mu Yuchen as he said, "Congratulations on getting out."
Mu Yuchen looked at him, his eyes darkening. "I guess I'm lucky, but you don't seem very fortunate."
Qi Lei's eyes darkened as he looked away, while his voice sounded calm, his tone felt sorrowful—
"I sure am a little unfortunate, but so what? Are you going to offer me some words of comfort right now?" His voice sounded cold just like the wind passing by.
A light flashed in Mu Yuchen's eyes as he said, "I thought about doing so, but seeing you now makes me think that you don't need it. Great." He raised a toast, and they finished their glasses together.
