Lu Heyun's pale face was now covered in frost, and his tone was extremely indifferent. &Quot; I'm just a cripple in a wheelchair now. I have nothing left except this company. If you want it, I'll give it to you. &Quot;
His cold palm brushed her hand away, his meaning clear.
He had been living for her for the first half of his life, living to atone for his sins. He did not want to live like this for the rest of his life.
He didn't want to be shackled by heavy chains, live in the moral bondage, and live without any hope.
Wen Xingchen's eyelashes suddenly trembled, and tears slowly flowed out of her eyes. &Quot; are you really going to do this? "
Lu Heyun wiped the tears from her eyes with his fingertips. There was no trace of emotion in his calm voice. &Quot; Xingchen, no one can rely on another person to live their entire life. You should go your own way in life."
