A series of questions came from his mouth. Such eagerness was something he had never had in normal times!

Ling Yiran looked at Yi Jinli above her with some surprise, as if the quiet depression along the way had exploded at this moment.

"A Jin, please let me go first, I can explain it." Ling Yiran said.

But he did not let go of her hand, but instead lowered his head and sprinkled a series of dense kisses on her face, "Okay, explain, I'll listen."

But no matter what, he didn't want to let her go.

Ling still felt that the temperature of his body seemed to be rising continuously, as if his thoughts were affected by his kiss.

"I... I just went to my grandmother's grave to worship today, and when I went down the mountain, I walked a path and went to the next mountain. I often went to play in that mountain when I was a child, so I thought about going to see it, and then unexpectedly met Gu Lichen."

Ling Yiran told the story as quickly as possible, and she didn't expect him to misunderstand about this matter.

But during this explanation, she hid the matter of restoring her memory.

Since you want to regard this as a secret, then you can bury it in your heart for the rest of your life!

"You said, have you fallen off the cliff?" Yi Jinli's pupils suddenly shrank.

"Well, fortunately... Gu Lichen was beside him, and he pulled me. But later I fainted and woke up and saw him carrying me down the mountain." She continued to explain, "I originally wanted to get down by myself, but my body was a little scratched. If I were walking by myself, I would be afraid that it would not be able to walk down the mountain after it was dark, so..."

Hearing this, he lifted her long skirt up and suddenly, the obvious scratches on her legs imprinted into his eyes.

Especially her two ankles, because of her long skirt and shoes, she couldn't see it. But now, she could immediately see the redness and swelling of her ankles.

"Why didn't you say it before?" Looking at her scars at the moment, he felt his heart twisting as if it was hurt.

With his nature, even if someone was covered in blood in front of him and was injured without a single piece of skin, he would not feel anything.

But looking at her injuries, he felt so unbearable!

"Forgot." Ling Yiran said in a naughty way. She was carried down the mountain by him before, and then he looked different from usual along the way. Her thoughts were all on him, and she had forgotten the scratches on her body.

He pursed his thin lips tightly, and the next moment, he suddenly picked him up and walked into the bathroom.

The warm water flow gently washed her embarrassed body. He squatted down and gently washed her wounds.

"Does it hurt?" Finally, he asked, staring at the broken skin-broken area on her ankle.

"Actually, this little injury is nothing to me." She said, not wanting him to mind the scratches on her body too much.

But her words made his eyes look dark. He naturally knew that these abrasions were much smaller than the injuries she had suffered before.

On her body, the scars of all sizes, which were still large and small, seemed to silently tell the pain she had suffered in prison.

The more I love her, the more I can’t bear her wounds.

Even now, he didn't dare to imagine what would happen when she was tortured and injured.

Yi Jinli lowered his head, leaned over, and his lips pressed against the wound on her ankle.

She bit her lips slightly, "A Jin, I don't feel any pain."
Chapter completed!