Ling Yiran was stunned. He never expected that the place where she met him was the place where his father died.

"Sorry." she said.

"My father will die, he blames himself. Sister doesn't need to apologize." Yi Jinli said softly.

"It's your own fault?" She was surprised, at least she didn't expect that he would describe his father's death like this.

"Isn't it your own fault? Falling in love with someone you shouldn't love, the other party found that it has no use value. Even if you kneel down and beg hard, it would be useless. In the end, you were depressed and frozen to death in the snow." His expression was faint, as if he was just talking about something ordinary, and even his voice was the same as usual.

But his body seemed to exude a lonely atmosphere.

Let Ling Yiran look back to the way she first saw him.

"A Jin." She called him.

He raised his eyes, and her face was reflected in his dark pupils, "You said, is his death asking for his own fault?"

She felt a dry throat, and after a while, she said authentically, "Is that woman your mother?"

He was silent, with no expression on his face, but a trace of pain flashed across his eyes.

At that moment, she knew the answer.

She didn't know how to comfort him, as if at this moment, any language was actually pale. There were only those who had experienced it that knew the pain.

She stood up and hugged him sitting on the chair.

His head rested on her chest, her breath between his nose, and her cheeks were the temperature she conveyed.

Her heartbeat came to his ears through her clothes.

Let him want to... listen like this...

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"Mom, don't leave..."

The thin figure knelt down like this, wanting to beg the woman who had packed her luggage not to leave.

But it was useless, and the woman was determined to leave, and she didn't even look at him.

Seeing that the other party was about to leave, the boy was so excited that he wanted to reach out to grab his mother.

But the next moment, the thin one was swept away, and then a piercing pain exploded in his chest...

It hurts so much...it hurts so much!

Who can save him such pain and who can stop him from suffering from pain!

It hurts so much that it's like it's about to suffocate, as if the whole person is going to die...

"A Jin! A Jin!"

There was a voice calling him!

Who is it? Who is calling him?

"A Jin, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt anymore, I'm here, I'm here, A Jin doesn't hurt anymore..." The gentle voice was so anxious and worried.

The suffocation and pain faded away like a tide under this sound. He opened his eyes with great effort and looked at the beautiful and quiet woman in front of him, and his thin lips were thrust into his hands, "Sister..."
Chapter completed!