The drunk was puzzled to see the man remained silent.
"Are you alright or not?"
The man shrouded in black mist slowly turned around, lifted his gaze to Mu Han, parted his lips, and posed an unexpectedly surprising question, "Why do you insist on saving him?"
Taken aback, the drunk hadn't quite processed why he would suddenly ask such a question and felt a sense of foreboding. With furrowed brows and a mix of tension and excitement, he involuntarily stepped forward, "Is he...?"
"No."
Relief washed over the drunk upon hearing his response, and his complexion slowly returned to normal.
"It's none of your business."
"You should know he's different from you; he doesn't belong to this world."
"I don't need you to interfere."
"Is it gratitude, or is it affection?" the man continued to inquire.
"What on earth do you want to ask?" the drunk's expression turned unpleasant.
