"Are you worried about her?" he asked instead of replying to her question.
"She used to take care of me and cared a lot about me. I can't be indifferent," said Ling Yiran.
He raised his hand and brushed it gently over her swollen eyes. "But what's the point even if you know how she's doing now?"
"Jin, if you really want to take revenge on Mrs. Kang, at least get her a doctor. Otherwise, at her age, she’ll probably die if the fever gets serious," said Ling Yiran.
Yi Jinli suddenly chuckled. "She’ll 'probably' die, but what about my father? He did die! Yiran, do you know what real revenge is? She's only having a fever now. I haven't had her mutilated, her tongue cut, or her eyes gouged out. I didn’t even break her arms or legs. I’ve been nothing but merciful. What else do you want from me?"
He would probably have made the woman more miserable if it had not been for Ling Yiran!
Ling Yiran gasped and looked at the man in front of her in shock.
Yi Jinli gently stroked the hair beside her cheek. "Did I scare you?"
"I..." Her throat felt utterly dry.
"But Yiran, this is me—the real me." He showed her his dark side. "But you never have to be afraid of me. I'll never hurt you!"
Ling Yiran stared at Yi Jinli for a long time before murmuring, "I know you won't hurt me, but Jin, are you sure you can't let me see my mentor and his wife?"
He said, "It's unnecessary. If they want to spend the rest of their lives in prison, that’s their choice, isn’t it?"
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