On the carriage.
Feng Dingchu had been staring out the window ever since he got on.
He didn't even glance directly at Chu Qianli sitting opposite to him.
But Chu Qianli knew, he wasn't in a mood with her, he just didn't know how to go on living.
Life, to him, was meaningless.
Chu Qianli still didn't want to give up, "Actually, deep down, you still care about the members of the Imperial Family, I'm clear on that."
He didn't talk, and there wasn't even a flicker of expression on his face.
Chu Qianli didn't know if her words were getting through to him.
She continued, "Many years ago, you had already left the Imperial Family, but you still ordered people to deliver medicine to the Empress. In your heart, she's somewhat like family to you, isn't she?"
He didn't even lift his eyelids.
His gaze out the window was empty, his eyes void of anything.
Chu Qianli said helplessly, "Achu, when you're alive, you have to look forward."