Perhaps, his appearance still remained the same. He had the same perfectly handsome face and that same identity—the almighty CEO of the Chu Enterprise. He was somebody who could be called a workaholic, a genius businessman. Yet, there was no life in his eyes. Right now, all that he had was a road of desolation in front of him. Just like an old man, he lived like that every day: waiting for life, waiting for death.
He picked up his crutches. His leg had yet to fully recover, and every step for him was extremely strenuous.
Although he hadn't hurt the bone in his leg, his muscles and ligaments had sustained injuries. Without at least a few months, there was no way it was going to heal. He lowered his head to look at the crutches in his hand. Ruoxin, could this leg of mine be considered my compensation for your hand?
Even if it was going to stay this way forever, he didn't mind.
