Leng Yixing wanted to say more, but seeing Lu Jinyang wave his hand at him, he fell silent for a moment, didn't insist further, and gently closed the door behind him as he left.
After Leng Yixing left, Lu Jinyang slowly closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair.
His facial features were just as handsome as they were five years ago, the lines of his face having sharpened with age. Now, he was even more attractive than he was five years ago.
But at this moment, an air of sorrow enveloped him; a tear slipped down the corner of his eye, and the whole room seemed to mourn with him.
He hadn't been home these past few days because the sight of this four or five-year-old child made him unable to stop thinking about the child who had left with Zhuang Shuqing.
If their mother and son were still alive, their child would be about this age as well.
