Luo Yirui listened to the three old men guessing wildly. If it had been before, he would have been utterly speechless. In fact, his affairs were inadvertently leaked because there were several clan sects present at the time, making it impossible for there to be no rumors at all.
It's not nearly as complicated as others think; no illusions or any of that. It's just that now he doesn't have the heart to deal with these things. He initially wanted to return to his mother's side wholeheartedly but has only now realized that once he's back, he'd only bring disaster to her!
What should he do?
Luo Yirui closed his eyes, his face getting paler, and at this moment, suddenly felt his hand being held. Turning his head, he saw Jing Changle's worried gaze.
The tightly stretched string finally eased a bit. If there was no one by his side at this time, with the temperament of a five-year-old child, he might have broken down.
"Don't think too much." Jing Changle said to him softly.
