He had made countless calls, but Yu Jingrong hadn't picked up any of them. Li Chengyun's heart had raced to his throat, his complexion had completely changed, his heart clenched tight, as if his eyes could bleed.
He was really panicking, not knowing what to do next, all he could think of was to shout for her, almost as if screaming for his life, calling out to Yu Jingrong, "Yu Jingrong, Yu Jingrong…"
In the dark and damp cave, Yu Jingrong slightly furrowed her brows; she seemed to hear Li Chengyun's voice.
But how could that be? Was it because her life was nearing its end, so she was experiencing auditory hallucinations?
"Yu Jingrong… Yu Jingrong…"
"Yu Jingrong… Are you answering me? Are you in there?"
"Yu Jingrong!"
She had actually heard it; it wasn't an illusion, definitely not an illusion. Li Chengyun had come, he was here. Although she still didn't quite trust her ears, this time she was certain, what she heard was Li Chengyun's voice.
"Li… Li Chengyun…"
