The man in the black robe had been staying in the room continuously. Shao He could tell he was deeply in love with the woman, but that shouldn't have been his reason to kill others.
When the man in the black robe noticed her gaze, his lips curled into a cold smirk, "Do you think I'm hateful?"
"Pitiable people always have their hateful sides. Although you did it to save the woman you love, disregarding other people's lives is truly wrong," Shao He calmly responded.
The man in the black robe stood up and sat across from him, picked up the teapot, and poured a cup of tea, keeping it in his hands.
"Yes, she probably thought the same," he sighed helplessly.
Shao He didn't know what had happened between them, she always disliked prying, especially into others' secrets—listening too much made it easy for people to silence you.
