Yang Yan was silent for a while, "Pei Ye... I don't want to go to Tianshan anymore."
Pei Ye was startled, "Why?"
"I feel... I can't stay."
"...."
Pei Ye felt a moment of irritation rise again, a heaviness pressing on his heart. He frowned, took a deep breath, intending to persuade the other earnestly.
But suddenly he felt an inexplicable fatigue.
The image of the girl's orchid-like hand in the rainy night flashed again through his heart, and Pei Ye silently watched the youth in front of him.
"I know I am somewhat... slow-witted," Yang Yan said in a low voice, "easily deceived. But going to Tianshan, isn't it always the same... I feel... There's no such thing as waiting to be fully prepared before seeking revenge. I can only do what I want to do the most right now."
"Are you sure... it was your senior brother who killed your master?"
Yang Yan looked up blankly.
