Li Chengyun's deep eyes flashed bright then dull, caught in a whirlwind of complex emotions, as if he was repressing something: "You worried about me..." so you came down.
Yu Jingrong's body held rigid in posture.
Her palms were damp, and her fingers instinctively clenched, as if she had suddenly woken from a dream.
My god, what was she doing? Why was she so worried about him, why was she in such a hurry to ask if he was okay? What did his wellbeing have to do with her?
Her pair of phoenix eyes, as deep as ink-soaked jade, shimmered softly with waves of emotion.
As she met Li Chengyun's gaze, what surged in her mind was his aloof demeanor after their reunion, with the dismissive attitude he held towards her. She recalled the year three years ago when he suddenly proposed breaking up.
