And now, he had no choice.
His hands trembled slightly as he pressed them against his chest, feeling the steady thump of his heart beneath his palm. It was still beating. He was still alive.
But for what?
For years, he had believed that everything he did was for his family. But now, his family was slipping away. Yichen was distant, Feng Xue was gone, and Shishan wanted nothing to do with him.
For the first time in his life, Mu Yeming felt truly alone.
His vision blurred slightly, and it took him a moment to realize that more tears had slipped down his cheeks. He let them fall silently, without trying to stop them.
For so many years, he had refused to show weakness. But what did it matter now?
What was left for him to protect?
He had built an empire, gained wealth and power beyond measure, but in the end… he had lost the one thing that truly mattered.
Feng Xue.
