His eyes stared at her deeply, "I believe it or not, does it matter?"

She was stunned and then laughed at herself, "Yes, he believes it or not, it actually has nothing to do with her. Why did she be nervous when he looked at her just now?"

"I'll go back to the room first." Ling Yiran said, wanting to cross Yi Jinli and walk towards the stairs.

She only took two steps, but his arm was suddenly pulled by him. The next moment, she was almost knocked into his arms by this pulling force.

"I believe you are innocent." He bent down, his voice sounded in her ears in a low voice, "But if you investigate yourself now, do you really think you can find something else? I'll check the case three years ago, and now I'll check it. Have you ever thought about it, maybe the truth you want may not be there."

Ling Yiran opened his bright apricot eyes and looked back at Yi Jinli. Then she smiled softly, "A rich and powerful person like you think I can't overturn the case with my own ability, but, a little person like me still feels that one day, I can give myself a cleansing."

Her smile made him feel a dazzling feeling, and his heart seemed to be hurt by something. After a while, he said, "What if I am willing to help you? What if... can I help you find the truth you want?"

She stared at him blankly, not understanding why his attitude suddenly changed.

"If I said that as long as you are willing to stay by my side and accompany me, then I can help you find the truth. Would you agree?" He murmured, a warm breath as if covering her whole body.

And her heartbeat suddenly became extremely violent, almost as if she was about to jump out of her throat.

She knew that as long as she agreed now, she could really wash away the crime that was pressed on her and be honest in the eyes of the world.

But such "innocence" is exchanged for her freedom, or even her own body. Is it really what she wants?

She is not a little girl anymore. If she agrees, then what might happen? She can think of some of it.

If she really agreed, the mother would not want to see her daughter. In order to prove one kind of innocence, she would give up another kind of innocence.

"I will find out the truth myself." Ling Yiran said. This actually rejected Yi Jinli's proposal just now.

"Is that?" he murmured, then slowly straightened his body. His originally gorgeous eyes seemed to be covered with a layer of mist. "Then when will you be willing and when can you come to tell me."

He said, letting go of the hand that was tugging her arm.

Ling Yiran bit her lips slightly and walked towards the stairs.

Yi Jinli stared at Ling Yiran's back until her figure disappeared into his eyes. He then sat back on the sofa and took out the photo of Ling Yiran wearing the floral dress when she was a child from his pocket.

"Is it you?" he asked softly, as if he was asking the little girl in the photo through time and space.

What responded to him was the quiet air around him.

In his mind, the photo in front of him overlapped with a painting, which was a painting he had seen before. The little girl in the painting had a similar appearance and was wearing a similar floral dress.

Could this be a coincidence? Yi Jinli's eyes became cold, or was she... the little girl in the painting?

If she is, then...
Chapter completed!