Lun You's body trembled slightly, and he raised his head with a forced laugh before tremblingly biting his lip: "Who do you think it is?"
Lu Yebai felt repressed inside. At times like this, having a smoke really would have made it feel better, when in such a place, one always needs something to do to distract the attention.
For example, Long Mo relied on eating chocolate.
"It certainly can't be yours." Lu Yebai turned his head away, suppressing his voice, "How could you do such a thing? Lun You, I don't believe it."
Lun You broke free from his grasp, whispering softly, "It is mine."
Lu Yebai's body shuddered slightly, the tenseness in him relaxed, there was a moment of silence, he just silently watched Lun You.
Lun You turned around, looking at Liu Mingxing's hospital ward: "Yebai, don't mention excuses to me. Everything, I brought it upon myself, no one else is to blame."
