Lu Xingzhi gave a bitter smile, his expression somewhat bewildered: "Shi Nian, do you think that I am also greatly at fault. I cultivate in the mountains all year round, only able to visit home once a year, and each time I spend with Jiang Yue is merely a few days. If it were someone else, they would surely have much more time to be with her."
The more Lu Xingzhi spoke, the more bitter his expression became.
