Song Yunchi was resolute and wouldn't give Jingxing to her.
When she received Lu Yin's call, it was already morning.
She sat blankly on the sofa for the whole morning, unable to come up with a solution.
"Brother, what do you need from me?"
Hearing her feeble, sickly voice, Lu Yin thought she might be ill. "What's wrong? Are you sick?"
Lu Meng hurriedly sat up straight, forced a smile, and laughed twice, "No, I just woke up and I'm not fully awake yet."
As long as she was not sick, that was good.
Lu Yin got straight to the point, "Have you seen Jingxing?"
"Yes, I've seen him." Speaking of Jingxing, Lu Meng felt like crying.
Her nose tingled, and her eyes became warm.
She clenched her teeth, telling herself to stay strong and not cry.
But her tears were disobedient and still overflowed from her eyes.
"Since you've seen Jingxing, there's nothing there worth lingering for. When will you come back?"
