Dressed in a green military uniform, Si Wenyi stood by the window, gazing into the distance.
Tears clung to the corners of her eyes, on the verge of falling. At a sudden call, she turned around, and the light in her eyes shattered against the faint glow from the window lattice.
When she saw the Red-clothed Man, delight first appeared in her eyes, followed by immense disappointment. Now, she watched Li Zhiyi warily.
Li Zhiyi's gaze was gentle as he looked at Si Wenyi.
"Back then, when I killed Secretary Ye, I was only a high school student. As a member of the Logistics Department, Sister Si Wen had always watched over me, putting my mind at ease."
Li Zhiyi watched the look in Si Wenyi's eyes gradually change.
"By the time I killed Chu Feiyuan, Sister Si Wen had already done far more than her job required."
He came to stand beside the stunned Si Wenyi and looked out the window.
"On this journey, I've met all kinds of people. Many tried to harm me, and many helped me.
A long time has passed."
Li Zhiyi sighed.
Without anyone to hold dear, he would become someone who stopped at nothing to achieve his goals.
He might grow even colder than Lord Xia.
Watching Li Zhiyi beside her, Si Wenyi gradually relaxed her tense body.
"Fake."
She spoke abruptly. The distance that had gathered between her brows began to fade. Her eyes suddenly reddened, and as crystalline tears rolled down her cheeks, all that remained in her eyes was a gentle light of relief.
"You're not him."
Li Zhiyi furrowed his brow and looked at Si Wenyi in surprise.
He wasn't Chen Yan himself, but his behavior, logic, and thoughts were all Chen Yan's.
But how had Si Wenyi been