A pair of damp little hands lifted from the water and placed directly on Lu Jingcheng's pants, not caring if it would get him wet.
She called softly, "Lu Jingcheng."
"Mm!" Lu Jingcheng murmured in response. His large hand gently poured the water over her shoulder, again and again.
"Thank you!"
"..."
Lu Jingcheng curled his thin lips into a bitter smile.
Whether it was the old Lu Jingcheng or the current Lu Jingcheng, he had never given Lin Xiaoxiao a complete marriage. This was his greatest regret.
Whenever he thought of the image of Lin Xiaoxiao lying lifeless under the white sheets, devoid of all life, Lu Jingcheng felt a powerless sense of defeat.
He had a mind-reading technique, possessed a high IQ, and was the son of Lu Ming, the wealthiest man, able to change everything he wanted to change.
Except for the matter of Lin Xiaoxiao, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't change her fate.
Thinking of this, Lu Jingcheng inexplicably felt his eyes start to redden.
"Fool!"
