His vision blurred.
For a second, he was almost too dazed to see the road ahead clearly.
He laughed sarcastically.
For the first time, he actually felt heartache.
It was the kind of feeling you get when someone viciously cuts out your heart with a knife.
It turned out that he could be moved, after all.
He always thought of himself as an emotionless creature, only concerned with achieving his objectives by any means, cunning and deceitful.
He was less talented, and though he was neither convinced nor content with his loss, he truly lacked the ability to turn the tides.
There was a moment, when Gu Yaoqi sent him to Shenyang, a moment when he considered giving up the elusive battle for money and power, going to Shenyang, taking Ye Mei and Mingyue with him, to live a somewhat plain life.
Fortunately.
That thought was fleeting.
Because the rejection was very direct.
Otherwise, he would probably feel even more tragic now.
