The room was deadly silent. Xing Chuan closed his eyes before my gun nozzle. His age-word features looked as calm as a ghost that was unafraid to die a second time.

My hand was trembling. Rage boiled over in my heart. I really wanted to kill him. I really, really wanted to kill him!

This was my first time feeling like I truly wanted to kill someone, unlike when I had killed enemies during war.

But I couldn’t, because his d*mn face told me that he actually wanted to die. He wanted death far more than I wanted to kill him! That could only mean that living was the real root of his pain. He’d rather die than be alive!

He wanted to use my hand to put an end to his broken life and receive a satisfactory final ending. He wanted to die...