The most expensive gift, yet she discarded it like refuse.
This was clearly the greatest mockery to him...
He tightly clenched that ring, the cold sensation seeped into his palm, deep into his bones.
He couldn't warm it up.
Just like her small hand, he held it for a long time, but couldn't warm her up.
He slowly bent down, knelt in front of her, tightly holding her cold small hand.
Placed it on his cheek...
"Qiqi, wake up for me!!"
He repeatedly called out her name.
Yet her tightly closed eyes showed no intention of opening.
"Third Young Master, have something to eat! You should at least rest for a bit!"
Watching He Yingdong neither eat nor sleep, the old butler was incredibly distressed.
Now that the eldest young master is like this, and the third young master is like this, if the old madam finds out, who knows how heartbroken she'll be!
He Yingjun's face was as cold as winter's chill, he silently stood up, his cold eyes blankly looking into the distance.
