Nuo Heng clutched his neck, the smile on his face turning cold and indifferent.
Ye Tian calmly took out a clean handkerchief from his clothes and leisurely wiped it, his profound gaze falling on the dagger.
The dagger shone brightly as he polished it, reflecting a beam of light. He could clearly see his own reflection on the blade.
"If you don't want to die, shut up."
Nuo Heng smiled faintly, "Do you have any idea how terrible our situation is right now? If we're caught by the people from Organization C, do you know what we'll have to face? It is already upon us; even that courtyard has been watched, forcing us to take shelter in this tiny alley house. Ye, you saved my life, and I would have no complaints if you asked me to die, but I can't bear to see you in any danger."
Indifferent to Nuo Heng's display of loyalty, Ye Tian turned coldly, the tip of his black umbrella touching the ground, leaving behind a mix of deep and shallow marks.
"No need for you to worry."
