Yu Jingrong originally thought that when Li Chengyun and Li Fengnian met, it would definitely be a fierce confrontation, with swords drawn and bows bent, sparks flying like a collision between Mars and Earth, unleashing something uncontrollable.
After all, the two had been fighting for so many years, and Li Fengnian had also killed Li Chengyun's father and indirectly harmed Li Chengyun's mother.
However, she never imagined that Li Chengyun and Li Fengnian would greet each other with a gentlemanly nod, and eventually sit down at the same dining table to eat, simply and directly.
Yu Jingrong was disheveled in the turmoil, rocking back and forth, unable to find a pillar of support.
Li Chengyun's face was expressionless, his gaze as cold as frost.
He leaned against the back of his chair, one hand gently caressing the rim of his cup, and the other, hidden under the table, held Yu Jingrong's hand, his fingers rubbing in her palm now lightly, now firmly.
