The dagger was already wiped to a snow-brightness, its cold gleam even blinding.
But he continued to wipe.
He always wanted to wipe something away, yet he was clearer than anyone that some things could not be wiped off.
But something had to be done, right?
Otherwise, on what would he rely to keep living?
He understood that guy who went by the name Yu Songhai better than anyone present.
His name, his background, even his living habits...
He did not have any goodwill towards that guy, not in the past, not now, and he reckoned not in the future either.
In the past, he loathed how that guy always held his head high and his spine straight, showing no subservience even in front of Fenglin City's three major families.
He remembered his cousin praised that guy with a touch of... jealousy?
In the past, he did not understand what there was about that guy to be jealous of.
This time, it was but a fleeting glance upon reencounter.
