"Jinling, listen to my advice—forget Sisi. From now on… there's still so much of life ahead!"
Lin Aotian said this with great pain; his eyes were red.
But he couldn't just stand by and watch Chu Jinling, such an outstanding young man, waste away, rendered useless by heartbreak.
"I can't forget her."
Chu Jinling stared at the teacup in front of him, the ripples swirling in the tea. His voice was hoarse and low, "Your Highness will never forget Sisi in this lifetime. Only she is worthy to be Your Highness's wife. I miss her deeply…"
Tears welled up in his eyes.
In the private room, the three grown men sat in silence, lost for words.
Ye Hongru felt a suffocating pain in his chest too. He shared Lin Aotian's worry for Chu Jinling, but he couldn't entirely agree with him. "Great General Lin, Your Highness is loyal and steadfast—it's what Lin General deserves. Her spirit wouldn't wish to see Prince Jinling marry another woman."
