Chapter 22, Genius
Chen Ji silently watched the assassin die, the light gradually fading from the other's eyes.
In the moment of eye contact with the deceased, a natural sense of compassion arises within your heart, where lies regret, desperation, and reluctance in those dying eyes.
Chen Ji sat leaning against the wall, feeling that this night was exceptionally long. It had only been a few hours since Wu Yun beat the white cat, yet he felt as if he had lived through an entire deep autumn.
He got up and walked over to the assassin's body, searching through the clothes, but found no clue.
Eventually, he lowered his head and sniffed the scent on the clothes, then frowned, "Let's go, let's go home."
Holding Wu Yun in his arms, Chen Ji limped towards Taiping Medical Hall, the area where the assassin had struck him still aching.
Wu Yun climbed onto his shoulder, curling up there as if it belonged there.
The pair, man and cat, walked shakily into the pre-dawn light, Chen Ji said, "When we get to the medical hall, the breakfast stalls should be open, I'll buy you a steamed bun to eat."
Wu Yun immediately perked up, "The eight coins you asked Yun Yang for earlier were to buy me steamed buns?!"
"Yes."
"Chen Ji, you're pretty nice."