In the quiet night, the two people looked at each other.

In an instant, Ling still felt as if she had returned to the scene when she first saw him. At that time, his face was like now, without any expression. The deep and beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with cold voids.

"A Jin, I'm sorry." She murmured, the apology sound seemed particularly clear in the night.

Yi Jinli's eyes lowered gently, "I'm sorry? Why are you sorry for me?"

"I know, I shouldn't have knelt down like that today. I know how much you hate your mother, but I still ask you to forgive her." She said.

She never thought that one day such a complicated situation would be encountered by her. She had to repay her kindness to her, but what she didn't want the most was to hurt him.

Maybe people's hearts are always biased. In this world, he is always the person she cares about the most!

And the person she doesn't want to hurt the most is him!

Yi Jinli still lowered his head and did not speak out.

Ling Yiran continued to approach him step by step until they were only one step away from each other, "A Jin, can you forgive me?"

His eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly raised his eyes. The beautiful peach blossom eyes were dark at this moment, "Do you want me to forgive you?"

"Um."

"So how many do you love me?" he asked suddenly.

"I-" She took a deep breath, and the scene of her falling into the sea five years ago flashed through her mind, "I love you, to me, you are more important than my own life."

He suddenly sneered, and a touch of mockery spread on the corner of his lips, "More than your own life? But you can kneel down and beg me for a teacher's wife who has known her for only 2 or 3 years. You even know how that woman hurt me before, and can you believe what you say now?"

"What should you do, then you are willing to believe it?" Ling Yiran said.

Yi Jinli said coldly, "Don't interfere with the matter between me and that woman. Even if they come to you again and ask you to plead, you will not say a word of plead for them!"

Ling Yiran was suffocated, as if he was forced into a desperate situation.

She knew that it was impossible to let him give up revenge on his master's wife. After all, the injuries he had suffered were too deep and too severe, and it could not be compensated overnight.

But the master's wife is already old, and the master has always been deeply in love with her. The two old men can't afford his revenge.

Her silence seemed to be within his expectations.

"You can't even do such things. Do you really believe that you love me so deeply?" He said lightly, stood up, turned his back, and didn't want to look at her again.

Seeing her will only make him feel worse and will only make him feel more ridiculous in his love.
Chapter completed!