Lin Shi did not want to spend the last moments of his life on irrelevant people.
He turned to look at Yu Bai.
Yu Bai had already removed the gold-rimmed glasses he used as a disguise and was no longer standing at Lin Shi's side as his assistant.
He sat beside Lin Shi with calm composure, watching the farce unfold in the old residence with him.
Every so often, he picked an intact ancestral tablet from the basket at hand and tossed it into the brazier that was nearly burnt out.
Lin Shi had no objection to him using the Lin ancestors' tablets as firewood. After all, it had been his idea from the start.
They were in the Lin Household Ancestral Hall.
Lin Shi had been locked up here too many times as a child. He knew every blade of grass and every tree, knew where things could be hidden without being found, and knew where he could secretly sleep where it would be warm and undetected.
He pulled out a phone from some hidden nook. Yu Bai understood at once. "Calling Yan Xianjue?"
The satellite phone flipped end over end in Lin Shi's hand several times as he hesitated over whether to make the call.
Yu Bai tore his gaze away from the surveillance monitor and looked at the rarely indecisive Lin Shi. "Call if you want to. I don't think you have anyone else to leave your last words to."
Lin Shi curled his lips into a smile. "You make it sound like I have terrible people skills."
Yu Bai smiled as well. "Don't you?"
After a moment of silence, Lin Shi laughed at himself, as though mocking his own hesitation. "That's right."
But once Yan Xianjue answered, he suddenly did not know what to say.
After