"But don't you have any regrets in your heart?" Mei Shu asked in return. "If you had persisted in your ideals back then, you might have made a name for yourself in your desired field. Even if you couldn't make the Lu family as wealthy as it is now, it wouldn't have declined under your leadership."
Mei Shu's words were not wrong.
Lu Ting suddenly fell silent, as if recalling a long-forgotten story from the past.
After a long while, he stood up with a heavy heart, his figure inexplicably lonely. "I'll go back to my room. It's ultimately the world of you young people now. No matter how much I say, it's useless. I'll rest now. Don't let anyone disturb me unless it's necessary."
"Take care, Mr. Lu," Mei Shu stood up and watched his retreating figure.
In her memory, Lu Ting always stood upright and refused to acknowledge his age.
