Long Chengyu listened, his eyes briefly darkening.
"The brand is still there, how many branches could you want to open? They don't blame you."
"But I feel my sins are grievous."
Shu Yimo lifted her gaze to meet his, her black pupils shimmering with a desolate light. She took a breath, then lowered her eyelids, "You may not understand the agony I've endured these past two years. If I don't make amends for these wrongs, I'd feel worse than dead."
"You want to make amends?"
Long Chengyu looked at her meaningfully.
Shu Yimo organized the documents, turned around wearily, "I want to start over. Doing so might give me some peace."
"It's good to have such awareness. Alright, follow Adong to the car and wait for me; I'll take you to meet someone in a bit."
Leaving her with those words, Long Chengyu gave Adong a look. Adong quickly stepped forward, and before Shu Yimo could respond, Long Chengyu's tall and upright figure had already crossed the room, entering Room 808 next door.
