Lin Yuru cradled her brother's head, her heart aching, and softly said: "Yuming, there are plenty of good girls in this world. It's Jingjing's loss that she can't be with you."
Lin Yuming raised his head, choking back tears, and said: "I know this isn't her intention. I know she loves me, but the pressure from her parents is just too great. It's all because I'm useless, can't afford a house, otherwise she wouldn't be under such stress. But I'm really not willing to accept this."
Lin Yuru patted her brother's head, bit her lip, and said: "Yuming, tell me, do you really want to marry Jingjing?"
"Yes!" Lin Yuming answered softly.
"Alright, I'll help you." Lin Yuru clenched her fist and picked up her phone.
Lin Yuming's expression suddenly changed, and he quickly grabbed his sister's hand, saying: "Sis! What are you doing? This can't happen, I can't let you jump into a pit of fire for my happiness."
