In the evening when Li Chengyun returned, Yu Jingrong lay in his arms and told him what her mother said today. Her eyes were a little moist, and she whispered, "I said I wouldn't worry, but I still can't help worrying. I don't want Mom to become more upset; she's already sad enough after what happened to my brother."
"Then just keep it from her." It's not suitable for her to know, and hiding it is the only way.
"But how long can we hide it? If... I mean if, at that time, I really don't know how I should tell Mom." Yu Jingrong said softly.
Li Chengyun silently held her without speaking further. He had already investigated some things. If he told her, if it wasn't 'if' but a fact, he didn't know how she would react. She'd probably be furious, and that sadness would be no less than her mother's grief.
