He picked up a glass, gently swirling it twice, and took a sip.
He poured all the red wine from another glass onto Dan Hanxi's grave.
"You're a real man. I've only sworn allegiance to myself in this life, no friends, but you were one."
In our circle, no one can be trusted.
The closest people are often the most likely to betray you.
His parents died at the hands of those they trusted most.
From the age of fifteen, when he took over the Yu family, he knew that to survive, he must learn to be detached from all kin.
He was different from Dan Hanxi.
He crawled out from a pile of corpses, more aware than anyone of how difficult and important it is to stay alive.
He always thought Dan Hanxi would eventually change his mind. Unexpectedly, he charged headfirst into a dead end.
The night sky slowly unfurled.
On the mountaintop, a gentle wind blew, bringing a chill.
Yu Xiuzhun seemed not to notice, sitting alone at Dan Hanxi's grave, quietly drinking wine.
