Li Wangchuan looked at the mess in front of him, his eyes deep.
Seeing his expression, a hint of pain flashed in the eyes of the normally expressionless woman.
Only she knew how long the man before her had been planning for the Steel Council, and yet years of effort went up in flames. But looking at the desolate figure in front of her, she felt a bit of secret joy in her heart.
Quietly stepping forward, she looked at the overlapping shadows on the ground, her heart pounding with anxiety.
"Burned, it's cleaner this way."
Li Wangchuan said blandly.
The woman's eyelids quivered slightly, seeing the once high-spirited man become so desolate, a feeling of a hero meeting his end surged in her heart, like watching her faith fall, the sky collapse, all things topple, "Don't be like this..."
Li Wangchuan looked down curiously at the hands wrapped around his waist.
"I don't like this feeling," the woman held tighter, "You can't lose."
"No one wins forever."
