"Yes, I broke up." He said softly, "Breaking up with you is the last thing I have regretted in my life, so I will not let myself regret it anymore."

He wants her to fall in love with him again, and asks her to love him so much that she can't leave him!

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At night, Ling still sat on the sofa in the room, looking at the purple floral dress in his hand.

The dress has been torn to one sleeve from the neckline. I am afraid that even after repair, it will be difficult to restore its original state.

Seeing this once perfect dress, but now it has become like this, Ling still feels a little uncomfortable. After all, this can be regarded as a gift from her by the "Minist".

Even though Gu Lichen didn't know that the little girl was her once, even if Gu Lichen gave this dress, it was just unintentional, but it seemed like a series of accidents, making the promises between them when they were young come true one by one.

After biting his lip slightly, Ling Yiran got up, walked to the cabinet beside him, and took out a box of needles and thread from it.

When she was free today, she looked at the room carefully, but unexpectedly saw the needle and thread box.

This needle and thread box looks a bit old, with a few needles inside, and an ancient but very delicate thimble finger cover. Although the color of the thread inside has faded, its strength is still good and will not be broken when it is pulled.

Is this needle and thread box left by someone who has lived in this room before? And it should be a woman, because the size of the thimble finger cover is about the same thickness as the thickness of her finger.

However, Ling is still not used to wearing a thimble finger condom, especially since her finger joints are slightly deformed, so wearing such finger condoms will only be more inconvenient.

Ling Yiran took a small purple ball of thread, took another needle, and began to sew the dress.

Although the dress was torn and could not be worn anymore, it was at least a promise from her childhood, a gift. She didn't want to let the dress be torn like this.

Ling is very careful when he is sewing every stitch. Even every time she puts a stitch, she will think about it carefully, as if she is sewing the promise she made when she was a child.

At this moment, the door of the room was pushed open, and Yi Jinli walked in. His deep eyes suddenly narrowed when he saw the dress she was slit at the moment.

"Why, didn't you say you don't love Gu Lichen? Why do you still need to sew the dress he gave you like this?" he said, with a clear jealousy in his tone.

Once, in that small rental house, she also repaired his clothes under the lamp.

But now, she was putting on the dress given by Gu Lichen. What was she thinking? Are she thinking about Gu Lichen? When she thought of this, she felt her chest felt stuffy, as if she was blocked by something.

"It's just a dress." Ling Yiran replied.

"Even a dress is not possible." He bent down and stared at her, "Yes, it was never possible for you and Gu Lichen. Otherwise, you wouldn't have forgotten him for so many years, and he wouldn't have recognized the wrong person and mistakenly regarded your cousin as you."

Her expression changed slightly.

He smiled softly and said, "You said, Li Chen kept saying that he missed you, but he admitted you so easily. How many of his thoughts and thoughts are there? He can give this dress to you today and to Hua Lifang another day, right?"

His smile, with a hint of playfulness and mockery, was like telling her that the dress in her hand actually had no meaning.
Chapter completed!