Gu Zichen's expression grew increasingly grim, "Ye Wu, you know it would be easy for me to kill you."
"Kill me?" Ye Wu repeated the word.
For this woman, he finally used that word on her.
Her eyes were red, and her vision was growing blurrier.
"Then kill me," said Ye Wu, speaking calmly, "I've always wanted to know, for Qiao Xiguan's sake, how cruelly you'll get rid of me. Anyway, people like us always leave this world in an unexpected moment, sooner or later—it makes no difference to me."
Gu Zichen's eyes narrowed, "Ye Wu, you're not someone who acts impulsively."
"I didn't think I was either, but now, for some reason, I just am. That's why the base doesn't like having too many women around, because it's easy for women to get sentimental. I always thought I was successful, but when it came to you, I was actually a failure," Ye Wu said helplessly.
Gu Zichen remained silent, his thin lips forming a stiff arc.