"Bad people will die, but not necessarily before the good ones,"
Han Fei kept slicing off the hair that was spewing from the man's mouth with the Rebirth Saber, "I see you do not display much hatred, your brother turned you into this, yet in your eyes, there seems to be only regret and no resentment."
"He once gave me a choice, but I chose the wrong option." The man struggled to turn his head, looking toward the window focused on the wooden board, "I haven't spoken in a long time, I've forgotten how to interact with people, it feels like I'm back to being very young, shy and introverted, looking like a little girl, getting nervous around strangers."
"Back then, I often followed behind my brother, whose personality was the exact opposite of mine. He had a strong ego, disliked obeying others, and was very opinionated in his actions."