Xun Lu's eyes were stung by his ruthless demeanor, and she managed a bitter smile, "If I could, I would rather we were still as we were back then, even if poverty-stricken and destitute, facing hunger and cold, but at least at that time, it was just us... Your heart and mine were warm, not like now, cold as ice."
Zuo Xingyun looked at her mockingly, "That's what you wish for, not me."
Yes, it was just her own wishful thinking.
Behind her, Xu Mansion, adorned with lights and decorations, was the golden nest many people dreamed of obtaining?
When they were once poor, they had sworn to rise above their status together, and now that their long-cherished wish was fulfilled, Xun Lu was greedily longing to return to the past.
Some roads, once taken, can never be retraced.
After finishing a cigarette, Zuo Xingyun did not linger a moment longer and, pushing Xun Lu aside, he got into the car.