"Young Master?"
Hearing the guard's voice, Steward Shen hurriedly turned around and said respectfully, "Young Master, what brings you here? Was our noise too loud and disturbing you?"
"...Yeah."
Le Yu slowly walked over and glanced at the bloodstains and corpse on the ground. Steward Shen immediately said, "Young Master, watch your step. Don't dirty your shoes. I'll have someone clean this up right away."
Le Yu looked at Shuangye's head. Her round face was somewhat purple and swollen, as if someone had beaten her viciously. Her eyes were wide open, staring at some distant place, but in the end, everything had turned into the stillness of a deep pool.
Le Yu had seen plenty of corpses. On the very first day he came to this world, he saw his own corpse, followed by Lin Jinyao's and Lin Xue'en's. After that came the corpses of Chen Fu and the other Statistics Department agents. That morning, he had even seen the ugly sight of Boss Huo's group hanging themselves.
He still remembered how calm he had been when he shot Lin Jinyao. Although he had been forced into it, he felt that he had already assimilated into this era. At the very least, he could calmly and composedly accept the existence of corpses and the fact that 'people could die at any time.'
But Le Yu now realized that all of that had merely been an illusion.
Qian Yuliu's 'Cold-Blooded Physique' had helped him far more than he had imagined. It had protected Le Yu's childish worldview and allowed him to get through his 'novice period' calmly. But when Le Yu faced the bloody cruelty of reality head-on, he discovered that he was still so... fragile.
This girl, with her slightly chubby baby face and sweet, adorable, somewhat shy smile, had