Qin Shu spoke softly, "Jun Li's health isn't good. He's always pale. Yet, in spite of his poor health, he still took the time to care for President Ba."
The chill in Fu Tingyu's voice dropped to subzero temperatures. "Are you feeling sorry for him?"
Anyone would empathize with a person like Jun Li.
Qin Shu snuck a glance in Fu Tingyu's direction. His face was set in a gloomy visage and his deep-black eyes rippled with frigidity. He and Jun Li were two completely different individuals. Fu Tingyu's love was so great that there was nothing he would not do for her. Some would have even described his love as a type of madness.
If anything, she felt greater heartache for the man who loved her than she did for Jun Li.
