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"Did you hear that?" Jiang Chengxue flicked his cigarette to the ground, stepped on it to extinguish it, his skin pale as though it had never seen sunlight, "What's wrong with you, eavesdropping on people's conversations."
He wasn't angry, on the contrary, he was in high spirits.
He didn't seem to mind at all that Wen Changling saw his despicable side.
"It's your own fault for not closing the door."
So yeah, he didn't blame her. He replied to her previously merciless "curse," "If there was really such a thing as retribution, I would've died eight hundred times over."
His biological father was burned to death in an electrical fire. He had walked out of the inferno clutching his blocks, then locked the door behind him.
Retribution? As a child, he knew there was no such thing. There was no god to judge the wicked, only the naivety and helplessness of ants that fear and dread such an illusory concept.
He stepped forward, really patient with her, "Need any help?"
