Sometime later, Jun walked up to Hou Lin and stood behind him. He still hadn't uttered a word yet as he kept staring at Zhan Yahui's grave.
Jun said after a few moments, "I know you want to be here with her as long as you can, but don't destroy your health for that. You are cold, hungry and thirsty."
No answer.
"I don't think she will like seeing you like this."
No answer.
"You cannot mourn for her if you fall sick."
No answer.
Jun narrowed his eyes. "My guards will come later to take you back home. Resistance will be futile so you better do as they say."
Without saying a word further, he turned around and began to leave when a small voice echoed behind him. "Why aren't you killing me?"
"Because I was asked to spare you. So don't take light of that request. I won't kill you and neither does Bro Zixin wants to, but you will repent your sins in jail."
A silence ensued.
"I...wanted to stop Yahui."
