The words were spoken by Jing Yi very softly, almost like a whisper.
It was like he was hesitant, probing, conflicted. He wanted Jing Chen to hear, yet he feared him hearing...
Perhaps he spoke too softly, for Jing Chen did not hear him.
With a forced smile tinged with sorrow, he said, "Zixuan has already found me a psychologist. Starting next week, I will begin treatment... You just focus on preparing for your big show."
"Bro..."
Before he could say more, Jing Chen had already hung up the phone.
Jing Yi stared at his mobile phone, his gaze darkening.
He didn't know if letting his older brother know about Mo Ran's existence could rescue him from his mental prison or if it would push him into an even more terrifying abyss...
Jing Yi gazed out at the charming night view of Lutz Palace, his deep eyes misting over with emotion.
His thoughts drifted far away.
How he wished that the three of them could return to the way things were before.
