He is willing to take the medicine she gave, what is this? Do you trust?

But if this is trust, then why can he trust the medicine she gave but not trust her feelings? If he had given her more trust at the beginning, then they might not have broken up at all.

Nowadays, this kind of trust is like a kind of irony.

And even though he was asleep, his eyebrows were still frowning, and thin sweat was constantly pouring out from his forehead.

Ling Yiran then took a towel from the bathroom and gently wiped the sweat from his forehead.

"Mom...Mom..." He shouted intermittently, with a very light voice, almost a tweed speech. She had to get very close to her to hear what he was calling.

Is he... dreaming about his mother? Ling Yiran thought to himself.

She still remembered hearing him mention before that when he was very young, his mother left him and her husband and ran away from home because she could not stand the poverty life.

And for so many years, his mother has never appeared in front of him again.

She even remembered that there was a wound on his chest. Although the scar on the wound had faded a lot, it almost killed him.

From the fading scar, she could imagine how dangerous it was. A child was easily fatal when he suffered such injuries!

But this injury was caused by his mother's pushing him away.

"Mom, don't... don't leave me... don't leave me and... Dad... don't... don't..." His brows became more and more violent, and even his head was shaking slightly, and the broken sound kept overflowing from his mouth.

And the forehead she had just wiped him with sweat.

He looks like a helpless child like this.

Or... he dreamed of the scene when he was a child, and in the dream, he was just a child.

Ling Yiran helped wipe the sweat beads from his forehead again, and then said softly, "Be good, when you sleep, no one will leave you."

In her childhood, even if her mother passed away and her grandmother loved her, he...the mother left, and her father froze to death in the snow and ice. The only grandfather never even gave him much warmth.

Think about it, his childhood was actually much more unfortunate than her!

A hint of heartache appeared in Ling Yiran's heart.

I feel sorry for the child who is a young man who must live alone at such a young age; it is also the child who is deceived by the servants to take sleeping pills in a strange house.

Just think it was because of his illness that she felt sorry for this man she no longer loved. Ling Yiran said to her in her heart.

"Don't... don't want me... I don't want... alone..." He was sleeping, his voice was so panicked, and the expression on his face showed a kind of fragility that he had never seen before.

"If you don't want you, you won't be alone." She said softly as he followed his words. Maybe at this moment, for her, she just wanted to soothe his uneasiness and fulfill her heartache!

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When Yi Jinli woke up, he felt a layer of sweat on his body, and his whole body seemed to be soft and exhausted.

He slowly sat up and looked around the room.
Chapter completed!