The tenderness of his past life had been nothing but poison wrapped in honey. In this life, he trusted no one.
He threw off the covers and got out of bed, then walked to the full-length mirror. The man reflected there looked to be around thirty, with deep-set features and a tall, straight frame. But the bloodshot eyes and lingering fury lent his handsome face a fearsome edge.
“Yang Dingtian,” he said slowly to his reflection, his voice hoarse but firm. “This time, survive, and then...”
He paused, running a fingertip over the mirror as if tracing the faces of those two traitors.
“...make them pay back everything they owe me, with interest.”
