C689 I Am the Undead

A broken pot, she admitted.

If he wasn't Bai Ruotong, then he wasn't Bai Ruotong. There was nothing he couldn't admit.

She hadn't done anything wicked, and she hadn't killed the real Berkowitz.

His bones were firm and his mind was calm.

What difference does admitting it make?

"If you are not Bai Ruotong