"This isn't a bad painting." Lu Jin was holding the painting in his arms, about to weep but unable to shed a tear, "This is my life."
Lu Yi was listening to the talking voices of Ye Shuyun and Lu Jin in the study and this made the edges of his lips lift slightly. However there was still an indescribable heaviness remained in his chest, as if it was pressing down on his heart until the heart was about to explode.
The phone in his pocket was buzzing so he took it out and placed it near his ear.
"Qingyi, what's wrong?"
Lei Qingyi was holding onto the phone, uncertain whether to tell what he had found. If he were to tell, he was not sure whether to say the truth or fake a lie.
"Lu Yi, I've figured out the thing you asked me to check, but I don't know whether I should tell you what the outcome was. Do you want to hear the truth or a white lie?"
