Those faces he had resented for nearly a century no longer seemed so hateful, and even felt unusually familiar.
Lu Yangrong no longer maintained his usual rigid expression and instead revealed a somewhat self-mocking smile.
Could it be that in his heart, he had never truly resented them?
Or had he been deliberately deepening this resentment all along?!
As he pondered all this, Lu Yangrong felt a sudden clarity, and the colorful world regained its vitality, making his vision seem better than ever before.
Knowing that this was his final moment of clarity, Lu Yangrong suddenly turned his gaze to Xiao Tian: "Thank you!"
It was only at this moment that Xiao Tian finally understood Lu Yangrong's intentions. Even though the outcome was pleasing, being played by someone still left a bitter taste. He simply responded indifferently, "No need!"
