"I've always found it impossible to bring back the dead, but you always remind me of a dead man. I wonder if I also just desire your death too much." Qin Youxuan sneered as she glanced at the box meal in front of her.
He really looks so much like Bai Huo.
Apart from the differences in temperament, their faces are virtually identical.
Except that, the Bai Huo in the photo exuded much more righteousness, while this person in front of her… was the spitting image of a devil.
"..."
At her words, she clearly saw Wu Qing pause in the middle of opening his meal box, giving her a sideways glance.
"You're very honest. Many people want me dead, but they dare not voice it."
With those words, he continued to open the box, picked up the chopsticks, and started eating.
Qin Youxuan's hands were tied behind her. There was no way she could eat on her own. She could only glare at him.
"Shall I feed you?"
Wu Qing glanced at the indignant Qin Youxuan and held the meal box to her mouth.