Yu Yanshen bit down on his back teeth and didn't speak. He thought about it,, there were actually many things left unsaid.
But Su Jue had already run off without a trace.
The pain in his forehead made his spirit somewhat wilted. Amid the curling smoke, he silently smoked his cigarette, exuding a decadent air reminiscent of the last emperor.
After a while, he took out his phone and opened WeChat.
He had seen the message from Yao Qing early on, wanted to reply, but held back.
She was in her prime, rich, and beautiful.
She could find someone better in the future, someone who wouldn't make her suffer, without so much annoying and chaotic entanglement, without a man who cried out in pain in the dead of night.
His lonely fate had been sealed from the moment he was born; how could he dare to let her be tainted with this filthy curse?
But that's what he said.
No matter how he tried to convince himself, he still couldn't bear the thought of her being with someone else in the future.
