Chapter 414
"It’s probably for the best that they don’t see me," Jiang Li said with a faint smile, "In this life, their fate has been unfortunate, to have encountered me, Jiang Li. Their luck has been utterly rotten. In my next life, I’ll be their ox or horse."
When Jiang Li said these words, the bitterness was too much.
Su Lu couldn’t even continue to eat. She put down her utensils, poured Jiang Li a glass of water, and placed a napkin next to his hand.
Seeing her gesture, Jiang Li suddenly laughed, "What’s this for? You don’t think I’m going to cry, do you? I won’t. I’ve long since run out of tears."
When Ying Heng died, he thought he had cried his last tear.
Yet along came Ying Xi, with his shoulders burned raw by sulfuric acid, writhing silently in agony on the hospital bed. It was then, with tears pouring down like rain, that Jiang Li realized his tear ducts weren’t dead after all; it seemed they were only activated by those with the surname Ying.
"Ah Li..." Su Lu reached out and gently tapped the back of Jiang Li’s hand, her heart aching for him, for she saw that although he said so, perhaps even he did not realize his eyes were already reddening.
After dinner, Bo Jingshen and Su Lu took Jiang Li back home together.
As they arrived at the gate of his villa, they saw Jiang Su waiting at the entrance, his figure weary and defeated, a half-lit cigarette between his fingers.
"Noting their arrival, Jiang Su took another drag of his cigarette, the smoke blurring his features, "You’re back? I thought you’d be longer."
"We had dinner together," Jiang Li’s mood was noticeably low as he leaned on his cane and walked inside, "I’m a bit tired, I’m going to rest."