บท 169: There’s Still Me

"Alright, alright. There's no important agenda today, so get some rest!"

Huo Li noticed how tired he looked, and for the first time ever did not blabber on. He left straight after that.

Huo Yunting quietly watched him leave, and then continued to rest.

The moment he closed his eyes, the image of Lu Zhaoyang and Huo Chen embracing each other came to him.

Suddenly, his fingers clenched tightly into fists. His knuckles turned white.

No matter where she was, Lu Zhaoyang was his wife.

That was her role, for now and forever!

…

An autumn breeze rippled the lake's surface. Withered leaves landed gracefully on the sparkling water surface.

Lu Zhaoyang sat on a long bench by the lake, absorbing the view of the lake. The wind ruffled her hair to her disregard.

Her entire being exuded the feeling of hopelessness.