Lu Yanchu's lips had tightened into an almost straight line. He stared unblinkingly at the phone, but still did not reach for it.
Seeing this, Ji Yanzhi said, "Are you afraid to watch, or afraid I tampered with the video?"
Lu Yanchu gave a quiet laugh. "Knowing you, that sort of thing would be beneath you."
"So you're afraid to watch? What, scared that all those years of genuine affection were wasted, and you turned out to be a joke?"
Lu Yanchu neither denied nor admitted it. Instead, he looked at him. "And you? What exactly did all your years of feelings for Ling Xi amount to?"
Ji Yanzhi gave a mocking sneer. "I never had any feelings for him, and my responsibility toward him ended long ago. You, on the other hand, shouldn't let all those years of love go to waste. I think you two would make a good match."
Although Lu Yanchu had not watched the video yet, Ji Ting's thoughts that day had all but given him the answer. He said, "Of all the insults you've thrown at me over the years, that was the worst."
"There are worse ones coming. Just wait and see."
Lu Yanchu smiled. After trading a few barbs with him, much of the gloom weighing on his heart had lifted.
He took a deep breath, finally looked at the phone, and reached out to play the video.
The footage was shaky at first. As the view widened, a male voice came from behind the camera. "Holy shit, holy shit. What happened to this guy?"
In the shot, a man wearing a dark brown coat clutched his side with one hand and braced the other against the wall, struggling to breathe.
Crimson blood dripped steadily from the hem of his coat. The