The moon was bright. When Qiu Tong came out of the room, she saw Song Yan squatting on the ground.
Song Yan saw her from the corner of his eye. He stood up and asked, "How… is he?"
Qiu Tong saw the bleeding bandage on his waist and pointed at a guest room toward the front. "Come with me. I'll change your dressing."
The room was filled with a heavy atmosphere. Song Yan's wound had split open. As Qiu Tong handled Song Yan's wound, he didn't seem to feel the pain and didn't make a sound. She frowned as she stared at the wound. "Why do you hate him?"
They were twin brothers. What kind of hatred would drive Song Yan to target Jin Yang like this? Even the mention of him would bring an intense sense of hatred.
Song Yan lowered his head and fiddled with a bullet shell in his hand. A self-deprecating smile hung on his lips as he said indifferently, "Hate?"
"I used to trust and rely on him a lot. I looked up to him as a model example."
