Su Zhe stared blankly at Zhao Zhengbin.
"Do you know? Maybe you really are suited to being a Night Watchman." After a long while, he smiled helplessly. "Your courage, your persistence, your sense of duty... they're all so much stronger than mine. You're practically a born Night Watchman... while I'm nothing but a coward who's both timid and foul-mouthed!"
Su Zhe held the title of a Night Watchman, yet lacked the spirit and courage that came with it;
While Zhao Zhengbin did not possess a Night Watchman's cloak, he had a heart that gleamed like a gemstone... It was as if fate had played a joke on them, placing their souls into the wrong bodies.
"You're not a coward." Zhao Zhengbin glanced at Su Zhe's bulging waist.
"A true coward who has surrendered to reality would desperately hide his past, pretend to have forgotten everything, and start a new life... rather than keeping a straight blade that symbolizes his past tucked into his waistband at all times."
Su Zhe froze.
"I..." Su Zhe touched his waist. The hard straight blade was tightly bound against his body by his belt, cold and uncomfortable.
He did not know why he had kept carrying this blade... In this shelter, there was no need for weapons at all. Carrying it had simply been an instinctive choice.
He came back to his senses and shook his head bitterly.
"You think too highly of me. I know exactly what a piece of shit I am..."
"Do you?" Zhao Zhengbin spoke helplessly. "If you truly understood yourself, you wouldn't have gotten beaten black and blue these past two days... I told you, this place doesn't belong to you."
"So what if I don't belong here?"
Su Zhe's brows drew together, and his voice rose slightly. It was