Back at his own residence, Qin Zhan stood on the balcony, staring at the sky expressionlessly.
The sky was very blue, very beautiful, the clear blue and white intermingled to paint an extremely beautiful horizon. But at this moment, in front of Qin Zhan, that azure horizon was dyed a blood-red, and the red was terrifying.
It was as if it had been stained with the blood of countless people. There was not a trace of blue or white, only the red of human blood. Even the occasional breeze carried the metallic scent of blood, making his cold, phoenix-like eyes gradually become harsh and bloodthirsty.
"A Zhan... take mom away..."
"A Zhan, from today onward, dad is no longer just ours."
"Qin Zhan! I want you to die a horrible death!"
"Captain! Go quickly!"
"Captain, we will always be with you..."
