C97 His Heart Was Pounding

"Why are you crying?"

Just as Shen Yurong's trembling hands were holding the white cloth and his dark eyes were unusually red and warm, a weak and gentle voice came from not far away.

At that moment, Shen Yurong's body stiffened. His entire body seemed to have been nailed by a nail. His hand that was holding the white cloth did not move at all.

"Shen Yurong?" Pi Luoluo