With that, he adjusted his sunglasses back in place and indifferently withdrew his gaze.
Long Wuye, listening, couldn't help but smile. He turned his head to follow Long Chengyu's line of sight and his eyes fell upon the faces he knew so well engraved on the tombstone. His body stiffened uncontrollably, and he found breathing difficult, forgetting how to take even a single breath.
"I thought you wouldn't agree to come here."
Long Wuye spoke in a low voice.
At these words, Long Chengyu sighed faintly and replied, "I also thought you wouldn't dare to come... It's been many years, and you have always refused to face this reality. The butler told me that you haven't entered his room in the old house since Zilin and the others left. Is it that you can't face it? Can't bear to recall the pain?"
At Long Chengyu's words, Long Wuye's face instantly tensed up and turned pale.
