"Prince Anle..."
Mùróng Zhuó looked coldly at Yún Huī, who was kneeling on the ground.
Yún Huī did not raise his head; this time, he did not talk back to Mùróng Zhuó. His voice choked in his throat, and those peach-blossom eyes that always held a smile were now brimming with tears. Suddenly, Yún Huī raised a hand to press against his chest, his knuckles turning white, as if trying to hold back emotions about to breach a dam.
Chapter 194