Lu Yuanhe was rendered speechless by Weilan for a long time.
Beside him, Shen Tianming's ashen face bore a bitter smile, "Brother Lu, I'm afraid Weilan won't understand. Nor will Hechen. You want the two brothers to support each other and be tolerant, but after all, Heyan almost took Hechen's life. Such a wound, who can really let it go?"
Lu Yuanhe sighed. "I just hope they are well, I hope the Lu Family can get better."
"I understand, I can relate. At our age, we've let go of almost everything and just hope the next generations will do well."
"Hechen doesn't understand, Weilan doesn't understand, Heyan doesn't understand, Xiaoyun doesn't understand either." Lu Yuanhe counted, "In my heart, there are only two words."
"What are they?"
"Helplessness." Lu Yuanhe only knew how to sigh.
"Look on the bright side." Shen Tianming looked at him, also letting out a helpless smile. "Don't be like me. I don't have much time left; you still have some time, make the most of it."
