Lu Heyan's eyes were bloodshot as Lu Hechen spoke. He stared wide-eyed at his brother's back, the posture of someone speaking like a powerful victor.
This once again highlighted Lu Heyan's failure.
No matter how hard he tried, he was a failure, and now the failure had become a prisoner.
"Can you let go?" Lu Heyan questioned, "Can you let go of Weilan?"
"I can't let go!"
"If you can't let go, how can you ask me to?" Lu Heyan shouted at Lu Hechen with a questioning tone.
Lu Hechen stood there, still not turning his head.
He said, "Because I love Weilan, and fortunately, Weilan loves me too."
That one sentence was enough to explain everything.
Those who understand moderation will tell themselves to stop, those who don't, no matter how much you say, it's futile.
With a faint smile, this time, Lu Hechen walked briskly to the door.
The guard helped him open the door.
Lu Heyan sat there, dazed, suddenly his face was covered in tears.
He was a failure, soon to be a prisoner.
