He Zhiyao looked indifferently at Bai Yuan, who was squatting on the ground, crying as if her heart was breaking.
He fished out the medicine bag from his pocket and dumped several pills into his mouth, swallowing them down.
Only then did he pick up a cup of water and took a sip.
He didn't know how long it had been before the crying at his feet finally subsided, and the turmoil in He Zhiyao's thoughts also gradually calmed.
Bai Yuan, looking disheveled, propped herself up to look at He Zhiyao, "You did it on purpose, you deceived me, didn't you?"
He Zhiyao replied calmly, "If you hadn't appeared, then perhaps I really did deceive you."
More than anyone else, He Zhiyao wished that what had happened wasn't real, just a hallucination borne out of fear.
But it wasn't.
Ever since he learned of Bai Yuan's existence in this world, he was certain it wasn't a hallucination of his.
It was a reality, events that had truly taken place.
