Bai Zihan slowly stepped forward towards Chong Sheng, who lay helplessly on the ground.
For the first time since his rebirth, Chong Sheng had nothing left.
He had done everything in his power, but he couldn't overturn the result, which he normally was able to.
His fingers twitched slightly, then stilled.
Chong Sheng stared at the ground beneath him.
Silent!
There was nothing left to say.
Nothing left to do.
He had already given everything.
And it still wasn't enough.
A faint, bitter smile tugged at the corner of his lips.
(So this is how this life ends…)
He wasn't too afraid of death. He had already died once.
Faced betrayal.
Faced despair.
Faced the end.
Death was no longer something unfamiliar.
But his eyes darkened slightly.
There was regret.
There was anger.
Not toward death—
But toward unfinished business.
(Those people…)
The ones who betrayed him in his previous life.
The ones who schemed against him.
