Lu Feng went to Lu Lijun, who was standing at the gallery of his room as he stared at the dark sky and groped the gallery railing tightly.
"Lu Lijun," Lu Feng called.
Hearing it, Lu Lijun loosened the grip of his hand and stood straight.
Lu Feng stood next to him. "She needs some time alone. What happened is not easy for her to accept."
"I doubt she would ever accept," Lu Lijun countered.
"That doesn't mean you will keep her here against her will."
"I might do it," his eyes turned darker as he looked like he meant it.
"Don't even think about it. You will lose her, and I will never forgive you."
Lu Lijun turned silent, but the coldness in his eyes and that determination to keep her with, by all means, didn't disappear.
