"Who wants to worry about your affairs?" Jing Yiren scolded in displeasure.
"I'm concerned about Yue Rou. If you don't plan to marry her, just make it clear to her. Don't let her have any hope for you. Don't you know she has depression? What do you mean by coming and going in her world? Her illness had barely improved, and now it has gotten worse again. She can't live on, the doctor says there's no saving her."
Jing Yiren deliberately made it sound extremely serious, as if it was a matter of life and death.
"What?" Hei Long on the other end of the phone was so shocked his soul nearly flew out.
"I said Yue Rou is dying, can't you hear me clearly?"
"..."
"Yue Rou has attempted suicide more than once, even the doctors say she's beyond hope. How can you save someone who is desperate to die?"
"..." Hei Long was not unaware of Yue Rou's depression; he had even witnessed her attempting suicide.
