Bai Ye's fingers trembled as they moved over Chen Yang's charred corpse, the cold touch seeping through his gloves into his skin, as if the resentment of the dead was climbing up his fingertips, winding around his heart.
He forced himself to concentrate, carefully examining every wound, but in his mind the scene of Chen Yang seeking his help just a few days ago played endlessly.
That ambitious face, those resolute promises...
Now, all of it had turned to charcoal just like the report, a silent mockery, laughing at his stupidity and arrogance.
"Lungs pierced, doused in oil and burned..."
Bai Ye mumbled in a low voice, unable to conceal the panic in his tone.
"Why did I choose to help Chen Yang back then? Damn it, that's not important anymore, what's important is that everything has developed differently from what Chen Yang told me!"
