"If we live, we live together; if we die, we die together. Perhaps in the next life, we can still reunite?"
Lu Chuan was at a loss for words, feeling a deep sense of shame.
Qinghuan was right. Lu Chuan lacked the awareness of being a father and a husband. His every action and thought should not be only about himself, but also about many others.
Lu Chuan merely thought that if he could solve the problem, Nanqing, Mengyao, and others would be safe and sound, not realizing how much harm his actions had brought to others.
"Sorry, I was too selfish."
Lu Chuan took a long breath, turned around, and sat back by the bed, giving a bitter smile, "I will stay; I should stay, not just for me, but for you all."
Upon hearing this, the faces of the women slightly softened.
They were not afraid of death; they only feared missing someone.
Seeing Lu Chuan finally persuaded, all the women let out a sigh of relief.
