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But why didn't he want to listen? Did he believe her and feel there was no need to explain, or did he already assume something between her and Mu Ye that needed no explanation?

This attitude left Yu Jingrong feeling powerless.

Yu Jingrong was deflated. She slowly bent her knees, curling up in a corner of the sofa, with her hand propping up her head, leaning against the sofa. She didn't speak, just fixated on Li Chengyun.

As time ticked by, Li Chengyun finally met her gaze, his eyes were clear as a spring, radiating warmth, yet somewhat ethereal, she couldn't tell where they were directed.

He frowned slightly, "Don't look at me like that."

Yu Jingrong blinked, "Then how should I look at you?"

She raised her hand, gently touching his face, asking concernedly, "Didn't you get hurt? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"