"Ji Yu, don't force me to hurt you. I know what you really think of me, but all those things are in the past. I've told you countless times—I've already paid for their lives."
He didn't think he owed anyone anything. Instead, he believed it was everyone else who owed him, and the debts others owed him would be remembered for a lifetime.
"What you've done to me—I still remember all of it. But as for them, I've mostly forgotten. I can't even recall their names anymore." Back then, he was a cruel person, to the extent that he had even peeled off people's faces.
Now, when he tried to picture their faces, he realized they left no impression.
"At the very beginning, when you first saw me, you kept me by your side as your little sister because you thought my face matched your aesthetic, didn't you?"
Ji Yu suddenly recalled something, like when they sat together back in those days. He would always pinch her cheek, commenting that her face was a masterpiece.
