After all these years of gathering and parting, of living and dying apart, wanting to give up as resolutely as she had initially was utterly impossible now. This was no longer solely her problem.
How much had Rong Zhi sacrificed for her? She had indirectly learned from Guan Canghai. If she were to leave, would it not be too unfair to him? She could hardly imagine Rong Zhi, so proudly aloof and ruthlessly indifferent... How could she possibly leave?
Compared to Rong Zhi's calm composure, Chu Yu herself was restless, practically sleepless night after night.
Several days later, as they walked along the street, they saw a young boy with a fierce demeanor galloping through the market, causing innumerable pedestrians to be terrified, all the while laughing loudly.
Chu Yu looked and saw that although the boy was only twelve or thirteen years old, the expression between his brows was more ferocious than Ziye of the Liu Family had ever been in the past.
