The chilled wind brushed silently around Ji Ting as he slowly closed his eyes, pursed his lips tightly, and it took a long while before he managed to speak in a strained, hoarse voice.
"She doesn't know, she knows nothing, not that from the day I entered the city I bore the burden of a life on my shoulders, not that I can't recognize many characters, not that I am a bandit, a thief who stole the happiness that was meant for her brother."
At that moment, Baili An lowered his eyelids, "You truly are cruel."
Ji Ting lifted his head, defiantly gazing at the night sky, and said with fierce stubbornness, "I did no wrong, and I have no regrets."
He discarded his own name because it sounded unpleasant, no different from the vile names of the beggar children in the dilapidated temples.
He had said it before, he was nothing but rotten fish and shrimp in the mud, and any straw that could save his life, he would clutch onto it without any moral baseline.
