He could still maintain a superficial calm, but he had a premonition that the tranquility was about to be shattered soon.
It was either that Zhuanzhuan would reveal a flaw and be caught by him or that he, unguarded, would be killed by her.
Jiang Yang could never have dreamt of such a situation before, yet now he understood it as though it were second nature. There was no need for transition, no pain, distress, or difficult decisions to be made. It was as if both he and Zhuanzhuan were devoid of emotion.
When they were siblings, there was no difference between them and other relatives.
When they were opponents, there was no bond to the affection they once had, nor any hurdles of conscience in their hearts.
If there were any, it would only concern Sister Nan Fei.