Bang——
"Boss, what are you doing, boss!"
With both hands slamming the table, Yang Chunxue leaned over, shouting loudly.
In the boss's chair, a figure quietly sat inside.
Lu Li gently lifted his gaze, his dark pupils focusing on her. Yang Chunxue felt as if he was looking at her, yet not really looking at her.
His state was very strange; although he was sitting there, his presence was nearly non-existent, like he had faded into a blank sheet of paper, empty of all things.
"People really are fragile," he said softly.
Liu Wenwei wasn't an ordinary person, although he had never asked, it was clear to see.
In Lu Li's imagination, her mysterious identity might lead to her dying in a gang war, or she could simply disappear forever—but he never thought she'd die so abruptly, just an accident, and she vanished from this world.
Yang Chunxue had almost guessed the outcome and deeply understood Lu Li's sentiment.
