Chapter 322 - 290: Grasping Your Gentle Hand_3
After all these years of gathering and parting, of living and dying apart, wanting to give up as resolutely as she had initially was utterly impossible now. This was no longer solely her problem.
How much had Rong Zhi sacrificed for her? She had indirectly learned from Guan Canghai. If she were to leave, would it not be too unfair to him? She could hardly imagine Rong Zhi, so proudly aloof and ruthlessly indifferent... How could she possibly leave?
Compared to Rong Zhi’s calm composure, Chu Yu herself was restless, practically sleepless night after night.
Several days later, as they walked along the street, they saw a young boy with a fierce demeanor galloping through the market, causing innumerable pedestrians to be terrified, all the while laughing loudly.
Chu Yu looked and saw that although the boy was only twelve or thirteen years old, the expression between his brows was more ferocious than Ziye of the Liu Family had ever been in the past.
Rong Zhi’s lips brushed her ear as he whispered softly, "This person is Liu Yu, the current Emperor of the Southern Dynasty." He was also Liu Yu’s son.
The father had not been dead for long, having succeeded to the throne, yet he did not even pretend to behave and galloped through the market on his horse. The emperors of the Southern Dynasty had been less and less impressive with each generation.
Chu Yu glanced at him and asked, "Do you regret it?" If he had not given up everything to be with her, he might already be leading armies against the Southern Dynasty.
Rong Zhi did not speak but merely smiled.