He crouched beneath her, leaned in, and kissed her forehead, whispering softly to her, "Rongbao, I'm here for you, I won't let anything happen to you…"
"Li Chengyun, Li Chengyun…" Yu Jingrong called his name softly, tears falling down her face.
Her vision cleared, the figure vanished, and Yu Jingrong became frantic, shouting, "Li Chengyun, Li Chengyun…"
She wanted to cry, but she couldn't, nor would she allow herself to waste her body's last bit of strength on crying. She didn't know how long she could hold on, whether she might suddenly pass out, and then, before she could wake up, she would already be a corpse. People are so insignificant; nobody knows what will happen in the next second.
If she really was going to die, she didn't want to be like her father, who left without uttering a single word, forever gone from this world, leaving behind nothing but regrets and tears for her family.
