Li Chengyun asked in a gloomy tone, "So now, just because of a single sentence from Li Fengnian, you deny everything between us?"
"I'm not denying it, I'm just questioning, I just want you to tell me everything," Yu Jingrong said helplessly, softening her shoulders, "So, you are angry..."
Li Chengyun took her hand, enveloping it in his palm, paused, then said, "No."
That voice, no matter how you heard it, sounded depressed.
It seems that he is still somewhat angry, but not at Yu Jingrong, but at himself.
Yu Jingrong looked at Li Chengyun's big hand wrapping her own, "You still say you're not angry, yet your expression is angry. You are always like this. I'm not a worm in your stomach. You show anger but say you are not, how am I supposed to guess? Just like some things, you say they're not important, but that's only for you, you never consider whether they are important to me or not."
