In that instant, time seemed to stop in Lu Daoxing's eyes.
His gaze still rested on Jiang Hao's face, and even the white light surrounding Jiang Hao no longer seemed dazzling.
He could make out every wrinkle, every inch of skin, every strand of hair... and the expression formed by his brows, eyes, mouth, nose, and muscles twisting together in the utmost terror.
Every part of Jiang Hao's face said the same thing-
I'm afraid to die.
Relief washed through Lu Daoxing.
He had worried that Jiang Hao would not fear death, so he had kept his eyes fixed on Jiang Hao's face, unwilling to miss any change in his expression.
He had thought that Jiang Hao, who had always remained unruffled and never let his emotions show, would not display such a stark emotional contrast.
Yet Jiang Hao's expression was wildly exaggerated, so exaggerated that he was almost unrecognizable, like a clown who had slipped while performing a tightrope act above a mountain of blades.
At that moment, Lu Daoxing, who had been tense for so long, living every day in grief and resentment, finally relaxed completely.
Jiang Hao feared death.
Good. He should fear death!
Exactly right!
Giving your enemy the very thing he feared-that was the most satisfying revenge!
If Jiang Hao had remained as "guiltless and unrepentant" as before, like a towering, indomitable tyrant, calmly accepting that he had been outmatched and would die without even an intact corpse, then killing him would never fully dispel Lu Daoxing's hatred over the loss of his wife.
No, forget fully dispelling it. It would probably have erased no more than thirty percent of his hatred.
Lu Daoxing could only have carried the remaining seventy percent with him as his companion along Yellow Springs Road.
He truly would not