Ling Yiran looked at Yi Jinli with some confusion, and after a while, he said, "If this is the case, then I think I have experienced so many things, maybe... it is also to meet you and fall in love with you. If I hadn't experienced these ups and downs, then maybe I wouldn't have any interaction with you at all."

If she hadn't been imprisoned, maybe she would marry Xiao Ziqi and continue to be a lawyer. After marriage, she might still not be able to get into the Xiao family.

Of course, she might not marry Xiao Ziqi because of the opposition of Xiao’s parents.

But no matter what, she wouldn't meet him late at night in such a mess, and then pick him up home.

She and him will eventually interlaced like two parallel lines.

Yi Jinli's eyelashes trembled slightly, then gently hugged Ling Yiran, buried her face deeply into her neck, and smelled the breath emitted by her body, "Yes, you... must be to meet me."

But she didn't know that one of the pains she had experienced was given by him. If he had had a hint of sympathy and kindness for her at the beginning, then her destiny would not have been like this at all.

There wouldn't even be a three-year prison slaughter.

Ling Yiran only felt that Yi Jinli hugged her hands at this moment, and seemed to tremble slightly, "What's wrong with you? Is it cold?"

"Yes, it's a little cold." He murmured.

"Then why don't I go and get a blanket and you put it on." After all, the wind at night is a bit cold, and according to the rules, the door of the room is not closed for the night, so the cool breeze can be said to be pouring in in waves.

Ling Yiran said, trying to stand up.

Yi Jinli still hugged Ling Yiran with both hands, "No need for a blanket, just hold me for a while."

The soft voice was like acting cute.

Somehow, Ling Yiran actually felt that Yi Jinli was like a child, seeking some kind of comfort.

She raised her hands and gently hugged him, "A Jin, will you not be cold like this?" The voice as gentle as this movement seemed to be like a heavenly sound.

Yi Jinli gently rubbed Ling Yiran's shoulder, "Well, it's not cold anymore."

Only she can give his peace of mind.

Once, he thought he was not afraid of the cold. Even if he was in the snow and was wearing thin clothes, he would not feel much chill. Even if the blood became cold, he still couldn't die.

Even every time he sat in the place where his father died on his father's death night, he would think, would he be frozen to death like his father?

To him, alive, it seems like he is dead and has no worries.

But her hug gave him a warm feeling.

When people feel what warmth is, they will be afraid of the cold and desire warmth more.

Just like him, longing for her.
Chapter completed!