Liu Ying frowned slightly. "Who am I referring to?" She thought. "Will it be Wen Ruoqing?"
But she did not think so.
"You go back. I'm fine." Instead of explaining, Bai Yirui looked at Liu Ying and directly asked her to leave. At this moment, there was a sense of despair in his voice.
Liu Ying looked at him and did not leave, nor did she speak.
Now that he was in this state, how could she feel at ease to leave? She felt that something must have happened in the past few days.
However, looking at Bai Yirui's current state, it was obviously impossible to tell her.
She felt that at this moment, he was downhearted and didn't care about anything. He was waiting for death, desperately waiting for death!!
What on earth had happened that made a young man, who was less than thirty years old, just wait for death?