Looking at the tearful Zheng Xia, Lin Yong fell silent.
A man once promised to bring happiness to a woman, yet now he can only watch her cry in sorrow. Lin Yong's heart felt conflicted, with countless thoughts swirling around, yet he didn't know what to do. Even if he wanted to change the situation, was it really that easy?
"What you need to do urgently is leave here and find a safe place. Don't let your enemies find you," Jiang Xiaobai said.
"I'll go pack things."
Zheng Xia wiped her tears and stood up.
"Pack what? What is there to pack? We have nothing," Lin Yong said, slamming the table in frustration, hating himself for being useless.
Thinking back, it truly feels pathetic and lamentable. Having been out in the world for years, always thinking of shedding blood and sacrificing for brotherhood, only to find in the end that there's barely anyone you can trust and with nothing accomplished, leaving his woman to suffer along with him.
"Xia, let's break up."
