Another Month of Blues

"Xiao Yu, seven years ago, you could, and now you can too. The child is still young, you cannot live without a father."

Feng Qingying said as he placed the porcelain bottle into Feng Yu's hand. He loosened his grip and the bottle rolled to the ground.

"Feng Yu, what are you doing!"

Seeing him act this way, Li Yuzhen panicked.

"Second Sister, I appreciate your kindness. Seven years ago, I had already given up on the Jiuling Powder, so I am very clear on how painful it is to quit it. I cannot give up this time, I wanted to live well in the past, do I need to live now? I won't be a good father even if I live. "

"Your life is yours, if you don't want it, no one can force you. Once we reach the underground, I'll see who you have the face to meet. Yu Zhen, let's go."