He didn't know then what price Lu Qingyan had paid to let Jiang Nanshu breathe again.
But after he disappeared with Jiang Nanshu for a week and returned with blood-soaked, hastily wrapped wrists, the price was undoubtedly tremendous.
It was only later, when he saw Lu Qingyan praying daily, that he pressed him for answers.
He just stared blankly at the Buddha statue and said softly,
He had shared half of his life with Jiang Nanshu, enough to bring her back, yet he would have to wait a long time, he didn't know how long, he could only keep waiting.
Old Sir Lu originally didn't believe it.
Until the incense in the burner suddenly tilted, the ash touching the ground as if affirming Lu Qingyan's words.
Desperation surged in Old Sir Lu's heart.
A human life doesn't exceed a hundred years, and here he was, only in his twenties, yet he had lost half.
Lu Qingyan said calmly, "It's the debt I owe her, I should repay her."
