Admitting this was not easy.
Admitting that Meng Xi'er no longer loved him was also no easy task.
Lu Yebai took a drag from his cigarette. The autumn air was bitterly cold, and he felt a frosty chill in his lungs.
Even the most arrogant of people had to bow their heads to love.
The expression of Lu Yebai at that moment startled Lu Qingchuan. Probably because he had never seen such an expression on his older brother's face before, he couldn't utter any stern words to warn him.
"But at least," Lu Qingchuan said hoarsely, "don't hurt her."
Ash from the cigarette slowly fell and was blown away by the wind.
Lu Yebai gazed at the ground. After a long while, he muttered, "Just give me a bit more time..."
"What?"
"Just give me a bit more time, and I will let her go." He was silent for a moment, then added, "Right now, I can't do it."
His tone was deep with a hint of fatigue, as if he was worn out.
