He didn’t have many days left.
In two days, he’d be executed.
From then on, Mu Xichen would disappear from this world.
He had been calm like always, for the past few days.
As a soldier, Mu Xichen had been through too many life-and-death situations.
Like many people who had survived the war, he had once waited under the infinite night sky.
Waiting for a new day, or death, whichever came first.
Hence, even in the early days before the execution, Mu Xichen did not panic.
However, his unique calmness was now rattled by Mu Donglin.
As he spoke, his eyes were fixed on Mu Donglin.
The man studied carefully the changes in his expression, afraid that he would miss a clue of falsehood.
However, there was nothing of the sort.
At this point, Mu Donglin only had this endless mockery in his expression. He looked at Mu Xichen with pity and said, “Actually, it’s meaningless to antagonize the dead.”
Mu Xichen’s heart sank.
Mu Donglin must have been very confident, to have said this.
Mu Xichen knew this, as did the invisible Mu Donglin, who was watching everything from the sidelines.
Mu Donglin was wearing the neatest and most proper bespoke suit. He sighed in sympathy. “I just feel that you shouldn’t die with regrets. Compared to being an ignorant dead person, I think you’d rather die knowing how Li Beinian is now.”
Mu Xichen looked at him silently.
“Li Beinian is doing very well now. Besides losing her tongue, she’s no different from before.”
“Losing her tongue?”
Mu Donglin raised his eyebrow and pretended to be surprised. “You didn’t know?”
Mu Xichen kept silent.
“Oh well, I suppose. She herself doesn’t even know how her tongue was being removed, let alone tell you about it.” As Mu Donglin spoke, his voice gradually softened. With a smile, he continued, “By the way, since you don’t even know she’s become a mute, I don’t suppose you’d know that she has actually forgotten you, right?”
“That poor woman thought that I was the one who slept with her all along. Tell me, if she were to suddenly come to her senses one day and find out that you’re dead, that the two children have lost their biological father and have no one to rely on, will she have a complete meltdown?”
When Mu Xichen heard this, the veins on the back of his hands, which were gripping the armrests, popped up.
He clenched his jaw and his eyes were bloodshot as all sorts of emotions surged within him.
“Now, all she does is stay in her room. She talks to the babies every day while waiting for me to come home to accompany her, chat to the little bastards in her womb. Just as I was on the way here, she even sent me a message, asking me to name your children…”
Bam!
The chair in the cell toppled and fell to the ground with a loud clash.
Mu Donglin smiled kindly and said, “Don’t worry, I will try my best to bring your little bastards into this world.”
The invisible Mu Donglin watched this from the side, feeling a chill down his spine.
He did not know if this was reality or a dream, but whatever Mu Donglin, who was standing in front of him now, had done, he knew himself to be capable of doing exactly the same.
Only, he had never done all these things, and he would know that better than anyone else.