Perhaps unprepared for Su Ming'an's sudden aggression, Bai Xiong's smile was still on his face when he was kicked away and heavily fell beside the wall.
"I've wanted to do this for a long time, thankfully all the clues have already been gathered."
Su Ming'an patted the dust off his legs, his eyes cold and fierce, "Whoever resembles you, my hope... would never be so twisted."
Bai Xiong lowered his head into his palms, and suddenly, a low chuckle escaped from between them.
"You just fail to notice," Bai Xiong lifted his head, his face wet with tears, gleaming under the light. In an instant, his gentle smile appeared somewhat tragic under his pallor:
