"Yu, your uncle is looking out for you. The Fu family is thriving and wouldn't mind marrying into ours. Besides, it's just an engagement for now. We can delay the wedding a few years to give you time to cultivate a deeper bond," Uncle Zhou reasoned.
Gong Yu bowed his head slightly and murmured an acknowledgment, "Mm."
He clasped his hands together tightly, summoning great strength to refrain from disagreeing with Gong Zhengli. Without enough power, those who stick their necks out usually end up in tragedy.
He relaxed completely, reclining in his seat and closing his eyes for a brief rest.
Scenes from the recent past flitted through his mind, finally settling on the image of Ji Tian. It felt as though he had taken the wrong path, one that led him further and further astray.
His resistance was fierce, as if he had once trodden this same path, which instilled in him both loathing and a profound sense of powerlessness.
