The weight of those words settled heavily inside the vehicle.
Cheung Qi sighed.
"You know... I think you'd be happier living as an ordinary Lycan. No endless responsibilities. No burden of leading thousands. No pretending you're unbeatable and invincible."
A faint, bittersweet smile crossed his face.
"You've carried everyone else's burdens for so long that you've forgotten how to carry your own."
Hei Bao didn't argue.
Because everything Cheung Qi had said was true.
Years ago, after losing the people he loved most, he had nearly destroyed the Lycan Clan in a fit of uncontrollable grief.
Only the combined efforts of the Elders and the Pack Leaders had managed to stop him.
That memory had never truly disappeared.
It had only been buried.
The car fell silent.
After several long moments, Hei Bao finally spoke.
"I understand."
Cheung Qi raised an eyebrow at him.
"I'll reschedule everything tomorrow," He said.
"And I'll go see Angelo."
