Lu Yanzhi closed his eyes as he pinched the in-between of his eyebrows. He opened his mouth and said in a deep voice, "Your life belongs to you."
'The hardships that you bear are also yours. The decision is yours to make.'
'To live or die, no one else can decide it for you.'
'You can do whatever you like to do.'
Although Lu Yanzhi only said the first half of his sentence, the latter parts of the sentence were made very clear.
Li Mengyao froze momentarily and looked at the man before her—elegant yet unconcerned.
It felt like her heart was stabbed by a knife. She couldn't help but ask, "Is it because of Qian Xun? So many years have passed but you still like her and still cannot forget her, am I right?"
Lu Yanchen's eyes were cold and aloof, seemingly emotionless.