Why did he go to die so easily? Why didn’t he think about it? He had a son? Did he know what it meant to A Jin, who was still young at that time?

Did this man really think sending A Jin back to the Yi family was the best choice? But he forgot that the child still needs the company of his father.

A Jin had already lost her mother's company, but later she lost her father's company.

At that young age, he stayed in such a house, and was with him, but he just hated his other half of his bloodline!

She could almost imagine how he was walking on thin ice when he was a child.

In this mansion, there is no so-called friendship between grandparents and grandchildren, but only the hard work of children!

Ling Yiran walked through the front hall step by step and came to the inner room.

The decorations in the inner room were the same as she saw at the beginning, and the tablets of A Jin's father were placed on the accumulated table.

At this moment, the tall figure stood in front of the tablet like a sculpture, motionless.

His back was straight, and the dim light inside fell on him, with light and darkness intersecting.

At this moment, the feeling of loneliness that emanated from his body seemed to separate everything around him.

It seems that he is the only one left in his world!

Ling Yiran's nose suddenly felt a little sore, and she couldn't even explain why she felt like this. She felt that at this moment, there was an invisible gap between A Jin and her.

But, they are obviously the closest people!

"A Jin!" she said, her voice in the quiet room, which seemed particularly clear.

The tall body trembled slightly, and then slowly turned around. The ink-like eyes seemed to be staring at her with a dead hollow.

Suddenly, Ling still felt that his heartbeat was like a beat.

Such eyes were like the eyes he showed when she first met him.

It was as if he didn't care about anything, even he didn't care about himself.

"A Jin!" she shouted again, with a hint of nervousness and anxiety.

This sound seemed to pull back his mind, and the silence in his eyes gradually faded away, and replaced by his usual gentle gaze.

"Why are you here?" he murmured, but in his tone, there seemed to be an indescribable fatigue.

"It's time for me to ask you, right? It's so late, why are you here?" she said. Besides, today is not a special day!

As she said that, she walked up to him, raised her hand, and gently touched his cheek, but felt the chill on his cheek.

It is July now, and there is no air conditioner on here. Even though it is still a bit stuffy at night, it is obviously cold.

"I can't sleep, so I want to come here to see it." He said.

"Don't worry, why is your face so cold?" She frowned, "It's too late, go back to your room first."

She said, just as she was about to put down her hand and hold his hand, but his hand was pressed down first.

His palm pressed against the back of her hand, allowing her hand to continue to press against his cheek.

Then those pair of shimmering peach blossom eyes stared at her quietly.

"What's wrong with you?" She only felt that he was a little strange now. His quietness and his previous dead eyes made her uneasy.

"Is I the only one you love the most?" His thin lips opened, his voice like a night wind slashing through silk and bamboo.

"Yeah." She replied without hesitation.

"I will never betray me, right?" he said again, and the face that was enough to bewitch all living beings showed a fragile expression at this moment.
Chapter completed!