Ling Tianyu looked at Zhao Xiangde and the others, somewhat at a loss whether to laugh or cry. Why urge him like this?
Even if he wanted to fall in love, no one could stop him. Once he made a decision, not even his sister-in-law could change it, let alone the fact that he had no interest in romance.
To Duan Yanran, he was merely fulfilling a man's promise, to protect her and smooth out all her paths. His stage was not here in the city, but in the Cultivation World—that was his true stage.
This city was not a place for him to stay, and naturally, he didn't think about romance.
Duan Yanran was beautiful, even incomparable to any other woman, but who was he, Ling Tianyu? Eight years of prison life had long since changed everything.
The naïve young man was no more; all that remained was an ordinary Ling Tianyu, bold in love and hate, a reborn Ling Tianyu.