Xianyu said nothing and gave Bacchus a faint smile.
There was nothing aggressive about his features. With a smile playing on his lips, he looked like someone anyone would instinctively warm to.
Bacchus instantly grew wary.
He had seen that expression on his best friend's face... many times.
Far too many people had been led around by the false front he put on.
Only after spending enough time with his best friend could someone glimpse a little of the truth.
Like right now: he absolutely could not let appearances fool him.
Even with a smile on his best friend's face, his eyes were calm and cold, as though he had seen through someone else's lies from the start but never exposed them, merely remaining on the sidelines to watch their performance.
Bacchus smiled back. He crouched down, picked up White Cat, who had repeatedly tried and failed to attack him, and slowly walked toward Xianyu.
He stopped three paces away from Xianyu and set the cat on the counter with a smile, hoping to use the pet to distract his best friend.
In a situation like this... I can't just get close! My best friend is still holding a knife!
If he casually gives Bacchus a stab... I'll have nowhere to cry about it!
Copying Xianyu's posture, Bacchus leaned against the counter as well. He lowered his head and adjusted his facial muscles. When he looked up again, his face was already a picture of anguish.
"I'm sorry, my best friend. I never meant..." Bacchus paused, then shook his head and sighed. "I never meant to take your life..."
Xianyu turned his head to meet Bacchus's gaze and chuckled.
"Little liar."
At that name, Bacchus felt his scalp prickle and his hair stand on end.
*My best friend, aren't you