Lu Jianshen looked at Fang Qinglian, who had come to find him, and frowned.
Upon seeing Lu Jianshen, Fang Qinglian bit her lip, looking small and fragile.
"Jianshen, I'm sorry, I know you don't want to see me, but I really miss you."
"Qinglian, I think I've made it very clear to you that from the moment I decided to send you abroad, we had nothing to do with each other anymore."
"No…" Fang Qinglian shook her head, sobbing: "How can there be no connection? I'm your first love, we have so many years of affection. I believe you still like me, it's just because Nan Xi is your wife, you have to take on that responsibility."
"You're wrong," Lu Jianshen's gaze was very calm: "The person I love now is Nan Xi. The reason I treat her well is not because of responsibility, but because I'm very serious about wanting to give her happiness, to make her happy."
"So Qinglian, let go. It's for your own good, for me, and for Nan Xi."
