They walked a considerable distance, and even in the fresh air, there was a faint sense of oppression.
Shu Qiang's complexion was ghastly, and the light in his dark eyes grew increasingly dim…
He didn't know how long it was until he suddenly heard a sigh from him—
"There are some things from the past that I don't want to remember. It's been so many years, and not everything in this world can be perfect, leaving behind regrets is sometimes inevitable… So, of course, I hope that you and Yimo can grow old together without carrying any regrets."
"So Uncle, over these years, has it all been because of her?"
Long Chengyu watched him intently and asked.
Shu Qiang shook his head and replied, "As we have said, people like us aren't really fit to delve into matters of the heart. When I was young, just like you, I was a special forces soldier undergoing special training, but I wasn't as lucky as you. Heaven allowed Yimo to wait for you."
