"Prison?" Han YouRan questioned through his gritted teeth, "You want me to serve my punishment in the prison, Xi Guang?"
"I can only reach out to you this way for the last time," Han XiGuang answered. He frowned, holding tightly to his own hands. "Truth to be said brother, we both suffer from our antisocial personality traits. It's difficult to love someone, to express our emotions, and to not obsess over things that we cannot control. Even now, I logically think that it would be better to shoot you death, to put you into the past so my future with my small family wouldn't be jeopardized."
"Then say that!" Han YouRan had lost his cool, his eyes flared, his anger roaring in his voice. "Tell me you want me dead! Take that gun and kill me!"
