The tenderness of the previous life was nothing but poison wrapped in honey. In this life, he doesn't believe anyone.
He lifted the quilt and got out of bed and walked to the floor-length mirror. The man in the mirror was about thirty years old, with deep eyebrows and a tall figure. However, the red bloodshot eyes and lingering anger made that handsome face look a little more frightening and fierce.
"Yang Dingtian," he spoke slowly to himself in the mirror, his voice hoarse but firm, "This time, survive, and then -"
He paused and traced his fingertips on the mirror, as if tracing the faces of the two betrayers.
"——Get back what you owe me, including the principal and interest."
