The flowers are in full bloom, the trees are lush, and life is vibrant all around, but only the small area of less than one square meter where Ye Tian and Shen Jingwei stand has a low pressure.
"Uncle..." Shen Jingwei's voice was so quiet that even he himself found it somewhat muffled.
Ye Tian had his back to him, only leaving him a rear view. That's all Shen Jingwei could see—his uncle's back turned towards him, nothing else.
"Jingwei, do you think that stab of yours could avenge Second Master?"
Shen Jingwei shook his head, "No."
"But if you were given another chance, would you still stab him?"
Ye Tian responded with silence.
That was an affirmation.
"Tell me your reasons. I don't want to scold you for no reason; it wouldn't be comfortable for either of us."
"Uncle, if that bastard is dead, just use me to pay for the life. I killed him, so naturally, I should..."
"State your reasons!"
