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"Why are you so impatient?"
Song Yun moved a chair over to sit facing Mo Huanqing and said, "Isn't all this your doing? Clearly, you're an executioner, so why do you still act so self-righteous?"
Mo Huanqing looked at Song Yun indifferently and after a long while, he sighed and said, "You reap what you sow in this damned world. I've had enough!"
"Oh, so you have a story, huh? You're not simple."
Song Yun took out a pack of cigarettes, smiled, and asked, "Want one?"
"The friendship between men is best expressed through the passing of a cigarette, isn't it?"
Mo Huanqing let Song Yun help him sit up, took a cigarette in his mouth, and the rising smoke veiled his originally gentlemanly face.
"I was born into a very wealthy family. When I was ten, my mother died of a serious illness, and what's ridiculous is that my father was always lingering in other women's homes. If death notices didn't require a relative's signature, I probably wouldn't even see his shadow."
