Wei Zhou believed Chi He was acting irrationally in a fit of rage, making such a foolish decision in a moment of lost clarity.
But what he didn't know was that Chi He had never felt more lucid than he did at this moment.
"Do you know, Wei Zhou, I've spent this time reflecting on why I was so muddled when handling the conflict between Chi Yu and Ning Jin back then."
Chi He held a cigarette in his mouth, taking a deep drag. As smoke drifted from his lips and nostrils, the creases on his brow began to relax.
Wei Zhou observed Chi He's bright, unnervingly intense eyes, feeling a chill rise within him.
"One sentence from Ning Jin woke me up."
Chi He crushed the half-burned cigarette, a cold smile playing at his lips. "All she ever relied on was the fact that she carried my brother's blood. And like a fool, I allowed myself to be led by the nose, always considerate of that connection."
