He didn't have many days left.
In two days, he'd be executed.
From then on, Mu Xichen would disappear from this world.
He had been calm like always, for the past few days.
As a soldier, Mu Xichen had been through too many life-and-death situations.
Like many people who had survived the war, he had once waited under the infinite night sky.
Waiting for a new day, or death, whichever came first.
Hence, even in the early days before the execution, Mu Xichen did not panic.
However, his unique calmness was now rattled by Mu Donglin.
As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Mu Donglin.
The man studied carefully the changes in his expression, afraid that he would miss a clue of falsehood.
However, there was nothing of the sort.
At this point, Mu Donglin only had this endless mockery in his expression. He looked at Mu Xichen with pity and said, "Actually, it's meaningless to antagonize the dead."
