无情物

[Synopsis Provided by Via Lactea:]

Kou Biancheng met those eyes. That gaze was cold, still, empty of everything—there was no rage. No hatred. Nothing at all. A flat surface of deep water that had long gone stagnant.

The indifference was almost worse than hate; it lingered within his chest like a splinter he couldn’t reach.

“Listen carefully, Ye Qianlang.” He let the silence stretch for a moment, and when he spoke again, something darker had crept into his tone. “I can kill you. And I can just as easily keep you alive.”

Ye Qianlang did not blink. Those eyes held the cold of ice that had long forgotten it was ever water. When he spoke, his voice was like a sword drawn free from its scabbard—not loud, but final.

“Then hear me.” Each word fell like a sharp cut. “That blade. My arm. I will repay what you’ve done a hundredfold.”