"Li Chengyun, let me go! Get out!" All she wanted now was some peace and quiet; her mind was in turmoil, her hand rendered useless, her future desolate. She felt as if her entire life had crumbled.
"I won't let go, I just won't!"
"Let go!"
Li Chengyun's cool face was marked by unyielding determination: "No!"
Suddenly there was a pain around her wrist. Li Chengyun lowered his eyes to see Yu Jingrong biting down hard on his wrist. He pressed his lips tightly together, his expression unchanging, and even the grip with which he held her did not relax in the slightest.
Huo Shufen did not return that evening and also stayed at the villa.
Upon hearing some noise upstairs, she grew anxious and ascended the stairs. The bedroom door was open. She ran outside and asked softly, "Chengyun, Jingrong… is she…"
Just as she reached the door, she caught the scene and gave a start, "Jingrong, let go quickly. Do you know what you are doing?"
"Jingrong!"
"Jingrong, let go quickly!"
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