"I..."
"Thank you!"
Yu Sanshui seemed to want to say something, but in the end, he remained polite. After resting briefly and recovering some strength, he staggered to his feet. Leaning on his pitiful wooden stick, he made his way to the lake one step at a time, lay down, and greedily scooped up the lake water, drinking in great gulps.
The water finally brought him back to life, and even his face regained much of its color. Only after coughing a few times did he roll over and collapse a short distance from Yu Sheng.
"Can we... talk?"
Yu Sanshui spoke suddenly. He did not look at Yu Sheng, but continued staring straight at the sky.
"Mm."
Yu Sheng pondered for a few seconds, then nodded lightly.
Hearing Yu Sheng's answer, Yu Sanshui grinned. "Do you hate me?"
"At first I did. Later, I stopped."
Yu Sheng shook his head slightly, his tone utterly serious.
Somewhat surprised, Yu Sanshui turned his head with difficulty and glanced at Yu Sheng, a little puzzled. "Why?"
"Because you're not my father."
"Under those circumstances, it would have been only right for you to kill me."
"But you chose to give me a way to survive. Though that path was very difficult, at least I really did survive."
"I was just thinking, if I'd been the one facing that situation back then..."
Yu Sheng spoke naturally, but paused slightly toward the end. "If I'd faced that situation when I'd just left Sin City, I would have chosen to kill that child and take back what was mine."
"What about the person you are now?"
Yu Sanshui asked with some curiosity, instinctively feeling around for his pocket.
But his clothes were already in such a pitiful state that only a few strips of cloth