Shen Nie could no longer remember how many times he had thought of killing him, but each time, he reminded himself that he could never become a person like him. He could be cold-blooded, cruel, and commit any sinful deed, but he absolutely could not become a person like him.
He loathed his identity; if possible, he would rather be someone who had never known who his parents were.
But he knew, he had witnessed those filthy, disgusting, vomit-inducing scenes; no one knew better than he did how much he hated the blood that flowed in his veins.
There was a knock on the door, and Shen Nie gathered his scattered thoughts.
"Come in."
An underling entered from outside, "Leader, His Highness wants to see you."
"Let him in," Shen Nie said calmly as he closed the window.
As soon as Beitang Qing stepped inside, he shivered from the cold, feeling that the temperature in Shen Nie's room was even colder than the corridor outside, "Is your heater broken? It's so cold in here."
