Ling Yiran nodded and fell silent. She used to think that maybe Zhuo Qianyun, a woman with a child, had some difficulties behind her, but she never thought that it would be so difficult.

A woman was pushed into prison by the father of her child. How many people can withstand that kind of blow?

It is really not easy for Zhuo Qianyun to be able to open a small restaurant and raise Xiaoyan like this.

"What's wrong, are you feeling sorry for Zhuo Qianyun?" Yi Jinli asked.

"Well, I feel like Sister Zhuo is suffering too much." Ling Yiran murmured.

Yi Jinli stared at her worried expression. Was her worry about Zhuo Qianyun?

In the past, she would worry about her grandmother and Qin Lianyi, but now, it seems that there are more people she worries about. A sour feeling spread in his body again.

Even though he knew that her worry had nothing to do with love, he still couldn't help but feel jealous.

He cares too much about her feelings, he doesn't want her feelings to be shared by too many other people, and he greedily wants her to put more and more of her feelings on him.

"Then will Sister feel sorry for me in the future?" Yi Jinli suddenly asked.

Ling Yiran laughed, "Why did you suddenly say this?"

His eyes flashed slightly, "I just want to know. Will it happen? Or won't?" He insisted on hearing an answer from her mouth.

"If something really happens to you, of course I will be sad. Do you still need to ask? So I hope that nothing will ever happen to you and you are safe." Ling Yiran said, as if she was unknowingly.

I can't even imagine what would happen to him.

It seems that the more you love someone, the more you worry about that person's safety, and then you become more timid.

Hearing this, a smile appeared on his lips, he took her hand, lowered his head and sprinkled a series of kisses on her hand, "Then as you wish, nothing will happen to me.

of."

Those extremely beautiful black eyes stared at her intently, causing her heart to beat wildly, and she felt as if she could not help but indulge in his gaze.

"Do you love me? Still..." He murmured, his soft words like the deepest temptation.

At this moment, he didn't call her sister, but called her still.

Ling Yiran's eyes carefully described the face that was so close at hand. His features were picturesque, and every part was so delicate. Such a man seemed to be born to be looked up to, as if he would always be.

Can't touch it.

But now, this man is so close to her.

"I love you." Ling Yiran said, yes, if even she couldn't explain this love at the beginning of the relationship, then now, she can clearly feel that she is

Love him, and love him more and more deeply.
Chapter completed!