"I'm Yingying!"
Li Junting's throat went hoarse, and he suddenly could not make a sound.
That was because li junyu's gaze was as cold as ice.
He only felt that his body had become stiff in an instant, and it was difficult for him to move. The chill that was mixed with a biting cold had entered his limbs and bones without any warning.
Li Junting was so stunned that he forgot to answer.
"I'm asking you, is what he said true?" Li junyu stood up, his tone cold and heavy.
He walked closer from the other end of the sofa.
That pair of deep and cold black eyes were filled with hostility.
Li Junting finally reacted and said subconsciously,"Yes, it's true, Yingluo, I've been hiding my illness. I've been lying to you, Yingluo, but I'm also a person who cares about my face. You're asking me, what do you want me to say!"
How could he admit it? ever since he saw his mother die in front of him, he had been having nightmares every night.
