Seeing that I was still a bit puzzled, Mo Yu laughed and began to explain.
Lucas Qi, at his core, still carried the pretensions of a scholar. After coming to this world, these traits gradually surfaced. The idea that a man should have multiple wives became normal to him, and it seemed to awaken in the depths of his heart.
Within just two or three years, after the two of them made some money together in business, Lucas Qi began to indulge in pleasure, even bringing his mistress home.
At first, Mo Yu couldn't accept it, but after seeing Lucas Qi's indifferent attitude, she left him. She was saddened, but not devastated, because she realized that the man once loved her, but later, no longer did.
From what I remembered of Mo Yu's relationship, it was earth-shattering—two people who could never be together, and in the end, despite Lan Yin's efforts, they still died.
But now, when Mo Yu spoke of this romance, it seemed understated.
"The only thing I regret is..."
Mo Yu hesitated, then shook her head and smiled after a long pause.
"Since you're Lan Yin's friend, you must know about him, right? Even just a little. Please tell me. Oh, and I haven't asked your name yet."
With a pen in my mouth, I wrote three big characters on the paper: Ethan Zhang.