As long as Lin Ya was willing, Mu Donglin didn't have to die.
However, Lin Kerou never thought that if Lin Ya had wanted Mu Donglin to live, he wouldn't have pushed him deeper into the abyss while he was in jail.
As long as Mu Donglin lived, Lin Ya's career would definitely be affected.
To him, a mere Mu Donglin was not worth the sacrifice.
Lin Ya looked at his sister, who was kneeling at the bottom of the winding stairs, with deep sympathy in his eyes. He said in his usual calm voice, "My silly sister, Mu Donglin is your husband. If I could save him, of course I would, but… I'm sorry, I'm unable to."
Lin Kerou lifted her gaze to meet his.
Lin Ya couldn't hide the regret in his eyes, but if there were any sadness, it was not evident.
On the contrary, Lin Kerou did not know if it was an illusion, that she detected some relief in his attitude.
Yes, relief.
