"Speak up? You're joking, right?" He desperately sought a definitive answer.
His eyes even pleaded with Jun Wuchen, even if it meant being deceived.
But Jun Wuchen remained silent, merely looking at him.
Jun Wuchen's compassionate eyes, calm yet concerned, nearly pushed Gu Li to the brink of losing control.
He shook his head in fear, unable to accept it: "No, impossible, it can't be..."
"It can't be..."
"Brother Gu..." Watching Gu Li's expression grow increasingly pained, Jun Wuchen felt regretful.
"It can't be...impossible...you're lying to me...you must be lying to me."
"That's right, you're lying to me."
Suddenly, remembering something, he grabbed Jun Wuchen's wrist excitedly, as if clinging to a life-saving straw.
