More than once, he had even developed the illusion that he had once lost Rong Xingyu.
This time, Ding Yixin had been too impatient, wanting to lay bare all of his ugliness in front of Rong Xingyu.
Ding Yixin remained silent.
Rong Xingyu couldn't get an answer from him, and his heart gradually sank.
He clenched his teeth and, as if using all his strength, pushed Ding Yixin away.
Ding Yixin wasn't prepared and staggered back half a step from the push.
"Dr. Ding, I don't like it when you treat me like this."
As he spoke, tears slid down from the corners of Rong Xingyu's eyes.
Ding Yixin instinctively raised his hand to catch them, and the tear happened to fall right into his palm, carrying a heat that felt as though it could burn.
Ding Yixin's heart was scorched by that single tear.
"Yuyu…"
He who usually calm and composed, someone who could make all of the people in the capital tremble with a single stomp, suddenly became flustered and at a loss in front of Rong Xingyu.
