Yu Jingrong: "Ayun..."
Li Chengyun promised on the other end, his voice trembling uncontrollably: "I order you, you must wait for me!"
"Alright..." Yu Jingrong, whose consciousness was gradually blurring, smiled faintly. In the darkness, the drip-drop sound of water, accompanied by her weak voice, was exceptionally harmonious and pleasant: "Li Chengyun, I'm waiting for you..."
Waiting for you to rescue me!
You must come soon, otherwise... I'm afraid I won't last much longer!
Then, she slowly hung up the phone.
In the darkness, Yu Jingrong's eyes widened as she stared intently in the direction of the dripping water.
She knew she couldn't sleep; if she did, she feared she might never wake up. She didn't want to never wake up again, didn't want to never see Li Chengyun again, not that cold and noble Li Chengyun, the one who was aloof, domineering, arrogant, and who doted on her with such indulgence...
