The city lights blurred together beneath the roadside hill as rainwater still clung to the railing beside them.
Wenzhi stood there in deep thought, leaning silently against the metal barrier, his grey eyes narrowed beneath the strands of hair falling over his face.
Xinyuan watched him quietly.
Several times now, Wenzhi's hand had drifted toward his pocket out of habit. And every single time, he remembered the cigarettes were gone.
Each realization earned Xinyuan another irritated glare before Wenzhi looked away again, his lips parting like he wanted to ask for them back, only to stop himself.
Xinyuan almost gave them back. Almost.
But, his thoughts drifted elsewhere. To The Old Blood faction.
He was aware they were responsible for what happened to the Pei family.
The organization was too large, too deeply rooted. They must have discovered that Wenzhi was alive somehow.
But how?
