Aware of his downcast mood, Gong Jie was not convinced. "If there's really nothing going on, why do you look so glum?"
The boy muttered quietly, "In what way do I look glum?"
"You wear this scowl on your face and you ask me in what way you look glum?"
"…" The boy fell silent.
Gong Jie put his hands behind him and shut his eyes, taking in the slightly damp sea air. Youyou was reluctant to answer, and he, on the other hand, was in no hurry to pursue the matter.
In the dead silence, the boy spoke hoarsely. "I… killed me…"
Gong Jie was stunned, clearly not understanding what he meant by that. "What do you mean?" Amused, the man asked, "You killed you? How did you kill you? Besides, aren't you perfectly fine now? I don't understand what you're saying."
