Tang Jun, I won't give up on you, and you mustn't give up either.
Yuan Yu said word by word in her heart; she wanted to talk things out with Tang Jun before leaving.
Tang Yue sighed as she watched Yuan Yu's departing figure: What a good girl you are, Xiao Jun, Xiao Jun. When your eyes recover, it'll be much harder to win her back.
Tang Yue was anxious inside, but she had tried all methods. Tang Jun himself couldn't figure it out, and as his sister, she felt powerless.
"Tang Jun, I have something to say to you."
Yuan Yu searched around and finally found Tang Jun chopping wood.
Tang Jun could only help with chopping wood.
Upon hearing Yuan Yu's voice, Tang Jun paused for a moment before continuing to chop.
"Tang Jun, I'm talking to you."
Yuan Yu snatched the knife from Tang Jun's hands and placed it aside.
Tang Jun, unable to see, didn't dare to grab forcefully, afraid that the knife for chopping wood might inadvertently hurt Yuan Yu.
"Tang Jun, you're a coward."
