Chapter 8: Feigned Madness Becomes Indistinguishable from Reality

"I never thought you'd return to Guangdong in this lifetime. Lei sure knows how to handle things."

He said half of it, then waved his hand, "Ah, sit."

Guan Yantao propped himself up and sat on the edge of the bed, with deep furrows on his forehead, sparse eyebrows, slack at the corners of his mouth, and two small, dark eyes.

"I'm afraid I won't make it through this time."

After the old man finished speaking, both of them fell silent for a while.

Li Yan sat down on the chair with a thump, his hands clasped together, saying nothing.

Guan Yantao smiled silently, his mouth and chin forming a dark T-shape. It looked somewhat terrifying.

"Coming back to stay for good?"

"Sold the school, I'll leave after I've finished what I need to do."

The old man grunted and scrutinized Li Yan for a long while before finally exhaling deeply.

"Today, the only person I can talk to and feel at ease is you."