Ling Luoyin's expression changed, and Ling Guozhi had already slapped Ling Yiran hard on the cheek.

"What are you talking about! You killed someone with your car and went to jail. Your family has been completely disgraced by you. You have no future. Do you still want to ruin your sister's future?

?" Ling Guozhi cursed.

His eyes were full of disgust for this daughter. Thinking back to the time when his family got involved with the Xiao family, how shameless he was among relatives and friends, how shameless he would be after that!

Ling Yiran's cheek suddenly became hot, but her eyes were still calm, as if she didn't care at all.

"I originally just wanted to come here to offer incense to my mother, but now it seems that there is no need to offer my mother's incense here. I will never step in here again."

After saying this, Ling Yiran turned around and left her former home.

This "home" now has no place for her.

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When Ling Yiran returned to the rental house, it was dark and the lights were off. When she turned on the lights, she was greeted by a cold silence.

It was obvious at a glance that there was no one in the room, which was about ten square meters.

Is Ajin gone? Her heart suddenly felt a little empty. It turns out that in the end, she was still the only one left!

Ling Yiran smiled bitterly and was about to turn around and close the door, but was stunned when she saw a figure slowly walking towards her.

It’s Ajin!

He was still wearing the same shabby clothes from yesterday, holding a bag in his hand. His thick bangs almost covered the upper part of his face, making it almost impossible to see his appearance clearly. But she knew that behind the bangs,

Below, is a face that confuses all living beings.

Are people like this...really homeless?

In fact, she was not familiar with him, she didn't even know him at all, so she took him in like this. She knew that she was impulsive and might be dangerous, but... she just couldn't control this idea.

.

Perhaps, humans are social animals after all.

"I'm back." A cold and indifferent voice sounded, but it seemed to be the most beautiful sound of nature.

Her throat suddenly felt hot, and her voice became a little louder, "I...I thought you wouldn't come back."

He stared at her, "I just went out to buy something."

She quickly turned sideways, pulled him into the house, closed the door, and then saw two snow-white steamed buns in the bag he was holding.

She smiled softly and felt that her whole body felt a lot more relaxed.

"We will eat together then, but before that, I... want to give my mother some incense sticks. Today is the day my mother passed away." Ling Yiran said, taking out the red candles and incense he bought on the road from his bag.

, and put a photo frame on it.

In the frame is a black and white photo of a woman. The woman in the photo is only about 30 years old and looks gentle and feminine.

She lit candles and incense, held the incense, and bowed three times to the photo respectfully.

"Mom, I'm starting to live again now. I'm living a good life. I now have a job where I can support myself, and the income is enough to support myself. You can rest assured, and I will live better and better in the future.

..."

Yi Jinli stood aside and looked at the woman in front of her with a smile on her lips, but her almond-shaped eyes were filled with faint moisture. The mixed light and shadow of candlelight and lights reflected on her face, bright and dark.

She has curved willow eyebrows, a small nose, and pink lips of moderate thickness. She is not bad looking, but Yi Jinli has seen too many beauties. His fiancée Hao Meiyu was a rare beauty.

As far as Yi Jinli is concerned, Ling Yiran is just ordinary.

He had read her information and naturally knew that today was the anniversary of her mother's death. She was just a woman who had just come out of prison and was working as a street sweeper, but she said she was doing very well?

"Besides, there is someone living with me now." She continued to speak softly, then turned her head and looked at him with her almond-shaped eyes. Under the shadow of the lights and candles, she was quiet and indifferent, but seemed to be infinitely happy.

.

It was as if his existence was a kind of satisfaction to her. Then for a moment, she turned to look at the woman in the photo again, "So, I'm really fine, Mom, you can rest assured."

After saying this, she bowed respectfully three more times, then put the incense on, and then stood quietly, looking at the photo in the frame.

After about 15 minutes, the incense burned out. Ling Yiran blew out the candle and said to Yi Jinli, "Okay, I'll clean up and make another bowl of soup. Let's have dinner together."

"Yeah." He responded.

She packed up her things quickly, then took out an egg and a tomato from the refrigerator, quickly cooked an egg and tomato soup, and then ate dinner with a steamed bun each.

"By the way, Ajin, what did you do before?" Ling Yiran asked while eating.

"Do whatever you want. If you have work, do it. If you don't have work, just find a place to rest." He said.

Rest? Staying motionless on the road like yesterday? He must have suffered a lot, otherwise how many people would be sitting on the street on a winter night?

"Then how old are you?" she asked again.

"27." He said.

"We are the same age." She said in surprise, "In what month were you born?"

"November."

"I'm July, so I'm a few months older than you." Ling Yiran said, "You don't have much family, and I don't have much family either. How about you call me Sister from now on? I don't have much family either."

Think of you as a younger brother?"

"Sister?" He smiled softly. There had never been anyone who dared to be his sister, Yi Jinli, but this woman brazenly wanted to be his sister?

If she knew who he was, would she still dare to say such things?

But it’s precisely because you don’t know that it’s interesting.

"No way?" Her eyes darkened.

When her mother passed away, she was only 3 years old. She only knew that her mother had an unexpected miscarriage and died after ineffective rescue. And the child, she had heard her elder relatives at home accidentally say, was already 6 months old and was a boy.

Unfortunately, he only lived for 10 minutes.

If that boy had survived, he would have been her brother, and she might not be as lonely as she is now!

"Are you sure you really want to be my sister?" His voice suddenly sounded.

She raised her head sharply and met his beautiful peach blossom eyes behind her bangs. They were clearly extremely clear eyes, but they made people feel as if they were covered in mist.

"Yeah." She responded.
Chapter completed!