Li Chengyun's gaze, since entering, had been tightly fixed on Yu Jingrong without moving away a fraction, somber and heavy.
After a long while, Li Chengyun pursed his lips, his cool expression revealing an indescribable loneliness and silence, "Jingrong, I know you're listening to me, just not wanting to pay attention to me, that's all. So listen, what I'm about to tell you, you need to mentally prepare yourself first, it's about your brother Yu Chenxi."
Yu Jingrong, who had been motionless all this time, her slightly drooping brows and long eyelashes, trembled lightly, then slowly lifted her eyes to look at Li Chengyun, as if asking: What happened to my brother?
Li Chengyun's cool face carried a solemn expression.
He didn't speak immediately, his heart lifted, uncertain how Yu Jingrong would react emotionally after hearing the news.
