"Regarding Shen Yu's…" Shen Li lowered her head as she spoke, her voice soft and low, as if she couldn't restrain the sorrow on her face, looking like she was about to cry at any moment. Then she quickly realized she had used the wrong appellation and corrected herself immediately, "Regarding my brother."
These last few days, she dared not even entertain a thought of Shen Yu in front of Huo Siyu, let alone mention his name. She had to suppress it fervently, or rather, she had to quash any connection with him, even if it was for Shen Yu's own good.
But she still wanted to know news about Shen Yu, especially whether Huo Siyu had really given up pursuing the matter.
Dongfang's lips were pressed tightly together, his expression calm and composed, yet inside, a storm was raging. After a pause, he said, "Shen Yu? On the way here, I heard he took ill, and it seems quite serious."
