It seemed to be a helpless chuckle, but the sour feeling in Li Beinian's heart became more intense.
Now, he was standing in front of her alive.
The breath on his body and the warmth of his arms could be felt.
However, he was about to die soon.
He would die after being shot by the country that he once protected and be rejected from the world.
After that, when people mentioned Mu Xichen, it was never about the achievements he accomplished at a young age.
Instead, there was only pity.
They felt sorry for his early death and pitied him for walking the wrong path and forsaking his bright future.
Mu Xichen looked down at her with a calm face. He noticed that she was upset and narrowed his eyes.
With one hand around her waist and the other gently massaging her cheek, he slowly asked, "Since when did I become a death sentence convict?"
