Xu Shuo thought about killing the boy, but in the moment he was distracted, his thoughts suddenly hazed over, and the fruit knife in his hand subconsciously pointed toward himself.
However, he quickly came to his senses, the blurry smile on the boy's face was eerie and terrifying.
He didn't hold much intent to kill, for in his understanding, killing was nothing out of the ordinary anymore.
From his past behavior in the scripts, one could tell that this man didn't have a solid set of principles; everything he did was simply to satisfy his own fleeting moods.
As long as he wanted to, anything was permissible.
The vaguely familiar yet strange face gradually overlapped with the hospital setting, and Xu Shuo suddenly realized something, his dark eyes fixed intently on the boy: "Little Kun, it seems your illness hasn't been cured yet?"