Huo Yunjiao stopped the motion of twirling the Buddha Beads in his hand, his fair fingers lightly pinching one of them as he lifted his gaze to meet the person standing before him, suppressing a rage.
His expression carried an otherworldly detachment and calm, his voice clear and gentle, "Second brother, some things are destined to happen, and they cannot be stopped."
The calmer he was, the more uncontrollable Huo Yirong's rage boiled within him.
"I can't accept it. How can you expect me to accept this?!"
Huo Yirong's hands were braced on the desk as he stared directly at the person seated opposite him, displaying an indifferent demeanor, his voice hoarse, "Ling Xuzi had clearly said you had at least ten more years to live, but ever since you met Qin Ruan, everything you're going through now is consuming your life.
