Lu Junxi listened feeling distressed, "Third Brother, stop laughing. Your laughter makes me feel bad."
Leng Youchen restrained his smile and turned to look at Lu Junxi, "Junxi, I couldn't even keep the woman I love. Do you think I'm a failure?"
Lu Junxi looked at him. His handsome face carried a somber air, his brows drooping, and a hint of self-mockery flickered faintly—a disheartenment Lu Junxi had never seen before. "Third Brother, if you love her, go and bring her back. Never let her go for the rest of your life."
Men are naturally born as conquerors. If they like someone, they should hold her tightly in the palm of their hand, entangle and wear her down day and night. Eventually, one day, she will willingly fall in love with them.
Leng Youchen let out a hollow laugh, "Bring her back? And then keep her imprisoned by my side for a lifetime, watching her slowly wither away next to me? Junxi, I can't make myself do it, I can't!"
