His tone was relaxed and casual, but there was something menacing and bloody about it.
Ling Yiran readily replied, "Okay! I won't let go even if you break my hands. But Jin... I hope one day, you’ll also promise me not to let go of me. After all..."
She looked at their hands. "After all, we’re both in this together, right?”
There was a slight movement in his fingers, and he felt an impulse to squeeze her hand...
...
Yi Jinli eventually ate the food Ling Yiran had brought upstairs. However, the way she smiled at him with her chin in her hands while he ate made him a little uncomfortable.
It was not that he had never been stared at by women, but he could not help feeling his blood flow quickening when she looked at him. When had a woman's gaze ever brought upon such an effect on him?
At night, Ling Yiran went back to her old bedroom, which was connected with Yi Jinli's bedroom.
To her surprise, the room was still the same as when she had last been here. Even the clothes in her closet were still there.
She could see that people had been cleaning the room. It was clean and tidy.
Many things had happened today, and Ling Yiran was indeed a little tired. She soon fell asleep after washing up with her daughter.
The night gradually darkened, and a figure approached the bedside. Those dark peach blossom eyes looked at the big and small figures who were sound asleep in bed. The moonlight shone through the window.
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