The two people looked at each other, and after a long while, Weilan finally spoke, "If you leave like this, are you giving up?"
Lu Heyan shook his head, "Not giving up. This is the only place where I can have a connection with you. These shares in my hands are the only thing I can use to keep in touch with you, I can't give up."
Weilan leaned back in her chair, her gaze shifting, and saw the photo of Lu Hechen on the desk.
She looked at him, his handsome face stern, with little expression, his brows and eyes intelligent and profound, tinged with a touch of melancholy.
She turned the photo towards Lu Heyan to show him.
When Lu Heyan saw the photo, he was startled and a glint of light flickered in his eyes.
Weilan said, "Can you see? Even in just a photo, Brother Hechen carries a hint of sadness. All these years, he has not been happy at all."
Lu Heyan gave a wry smile, "In a family like ours, who isn't unhappy besides him?"
Weilan was taken aback.