"Jun Yiyi, stop, have you forgotten your childhood promise?" Ji Lingkong spoke sternly, his face pale, the veins on the back of his hand taut, a profound pain flashing in his dark eyes.
Yiyi was startled. She thought that when she uttered such harsh words, he would turn and leave, maintaining his pride.
She didn't expect that he hadn't given up.
Looking at him, she suddenly laughed indifferently, "That was just a child's joke. I long ago forgot it. Brother Ling Kong, no one takes a child's words seriously."
"Is that so? No one takes it seriously, but I did, what should I do?"
Ji Lingkong's voice was hoarse, his laughter bitter, powerless, a deep sorrow enveloped his tall figure shrouded by night, his quiet voice drifting in the air.
