Such grand words for not seeing her.
Lu Yinfeng laughed, "Back then, you said so confidently that whether Lin Xiyao was dead or alive, it had nothing to do with you. Now, you are so concerned about her case..."
She defiantly raised her face, looking directly at him, "Mo Nanze, how credible are your words?"
Mo Nanze was tired.
He leaned on the office desk, head slightly bowed, eyes full of exhaustion.
In those years of unrequited love for Lu Yinfeng, he had never felt so emotionally drained.
At least then, there was still something to look forward to.
After a while, Mo Nanze spoke in a hoarse voice, "Yinfeng, tell me, what do I have to do for you to forgive me?"
Although Lu Yinfeng didn't show any strong emotions, she rejected all his gestures of goodwill.
This situation was like a dull knife cutting through flesh.
He simply did not know what to do.
Everything in front of him was darkness, and he just wanted a bit of light to guide him in which direction to walk.