Lin Zhenshu was relieved to hear this. It was fortunate that his old friend was broad-minded, and it was rare to see a person so optimistic after suffering such a heavy blow.
"There will always be a chance. When you've settled down, remember to send me a letter. I'll go and visit you when I'm free, and we can have a nice drink together."
"All right." Duke Chen nodded. When his gaze landed on Lin Qingyuan, all sorts of emotions welled up in his mind.
He had a lot of regrets, but remembering his son's deeds, he felt that it was wise of Lin Qingyuan to fake her death. Otherwise, he would have ruined her whole life.
Besides, that foolish scoundrel Chen Xuping was not worthy of Lin Qingyuan at all.
Lin Zhenshu took a bag from Lin Qingyuan and stuffed it into Duke Chen's hands. "Even the best of friends must part at some point. Take care."
The bag in Duke Chen's hands seemed to weigh a thousand catties, and his eyes brimmed with tears.
