Ling Yiran breathed a sigh of relief, "That's great, you finally woke up."

He sat up, and just now he dreamed of the scene when he was a child, dreaming that he knelt in front of the woman and begged hard... Is it because he mentioned that woman before that, so he had such a dream?

"I just had a dream." He let out a long breath, lowered his head, but found that his pajama buttons had been unbuttoned, revealing his chest, "My clothes are..."

Seeing this, Ling Yiran pursed her lips as if she was a little embarrassed and said, "Because... you kept shouting that it hurts so much. I'm afraid if your body has something... Uh, so, I unbuttoned your button and wanted to see it."

He stared at her, and her face slowly became hot.

"But I can guarantee that I... I woke up before I could see it, so I actually saw nothing." She explained hurriedly, but the more she explained, the more ambiguous it seemed.

"Even if my sister really looks at it, it's nothing. My body can be seen." Yi Jinli said.

Ling Yiran's face suddenly turned red, and he almost choked by his saliva. Please! Do he know how easily his words could cause people to think wrongly!

"Your body...isn't it hurt now?" She stammered and said this after a while.

"Well, it doesn't hurt." He lowered his head and began to button his pajamas.

She tried hard to keep her eyes above his neck, but she accidentally looked at his chest, and then she suddenly took off his pajamas.

"Why are you here..." She stared at his chest and on the position of his heart. Although the scar has faded now, it still has a sense of hideousness. It can be imagined that the injury was definitely not a minor injury back then.

"It's just a minor injury." He said lightly.

She bit her lower lip with her teeth and raised her hand to gently touch the scar of his. Before, he kept crying out the pain in his sleep, and his hands kept grabbing this position. Is it because of this injury?

Even after many years, how could the wound that will cry in your dreams be just a minor injury?

Did he feel so painful when he was injured? Ling still felt that his heart was twisted up.

"How could you get hurt like this? When did you get hurt?" she murmured.

His body was slightly stiff. For many years, his injuries were never touched by others except the doctor. Only she... only she touched his wound.

It seemed as if the blood in the body was rushing towards the heart, and the heart under her fingertips was beating faster than usual.

"It's been a long time, and it's no longer hurting now." He said.

She felt slightly relieved, and then she suddenly realized that her posture was as if she was about to do something wrong to him.

"Then, that's good. You can quickly button it up, it will catch a cold." She blushed and quickly moved her hand away.

The temperature in his heart suddenly became lost, which made him feel his chest suddenly become empty.

He buttoned the pajamas one by one, "By the way, when I was dreaming, was there anything else I said besides crying pain?"

She hesitated and said, "Just... keep shouting 'Mom, don't leave'."

His body froze suddenly, and his hands gradually clenched into a fist shape, allowing his nails to sting his palms.

She looked at him and couldn't help but reach out to touch his cheek. A slight cool feeling penetrated into her fingertips.

"A Jin." She called out.

He slowly raised his head, his eyelashes trembled slightly, his eyes raised, and his deep peach blossom eyes stared at her through his bangs.

His eyes seemed to have a hole like when he talked about his parents before. Somehow, her heart suddenly felt like it was pulled.
Chapter completed!