His expression was as if intoxicated, clearly human yet demon-like in its ferocity, reflected in countless raindrops suspended in the air, as if mirrors revealed the true nature of his heart.
Long Que was smoking, scoffing, "You talk as if you weren't human before."
Chu Shiqing spread his hands, "The past no longer matters."
"Alright, alright."
Long Que continued to puff on his cigarette, constantly flicking ash, and said lightly, "It seems that the genetic optimization project in San Francisco messed up your brains too."
Chu Shiqing mocked, "You know quite a lot, but you should thank us. We bore the curse for your sister, but you, her brother, did nothing."
Such a bitterly jealous tone.
