Ling Yiran nodded and became silent. She used to think that maybe Zhuo Qianyun, a woman with a child, should be some ups and downs behind her, but she never thought that it would be ups and downs like this.

A woman was pushed into prison by her own father. How many people could withstand that kind of blow.

It is really not easy for Zhuo Qianyun to open a small restaurant now and raise Xiao Yan like this.

"What's wrong? Are you sad for Zhuo Qianyun?" Yi Jinli asked.

"Well, I feel that Sister Zhuo is too bitter." Ling Yiran murmured.

Yi Jinli stared at her with a little worried expression. Is her concern for Zhuo Qianyun?

Once upon a time, she would worry about her grandmother and Qin Lianyi, but now, there are more people who worry about her. A sour feeling spreads in his body again.

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

He cared too much about her feelings. He didn't want her emotions to be shared by too many others. He wanted her to put all the more and more emotions on him.

"Will my sister be sad for me in the future?" Yi Jinli said suddenly.

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

His eyes flashed slightly, "I just want to know. Is it possible? Or no?" He insisted on hearing an answer from her mouth.

"If you really have something, of course I will be sad. Do you still need to ask? So I hope nothing will happen to you and be safe and sound." Ling Yiran said, as if before she knew it, she was afraid to imagine what would happen to him.

It seems that the more you love someone, the more you will be worried about the other person's safety, and then you will become more timid.

Hearing this, a smile rose from the corner of his lips, pulled her hand, lowered his head and sprinkled a string of kisses in the palm of her hand, "Then as you wish, I will definitely not have anything to do."

The extremely beautiful black eyes stared at her, making her heart beat suddenly jump wildly, and she felt that her mind couldn't help but indulge in his eyes.

"Do you love me? Still..." he murmured, his gentle words as if they were the deepest temptation.

At this moment, he did not call her sister, but called her Still.

Ling Yiran's eyes carefully depicted this face that was so close to her, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes, and every place was so exquisite. Such a man seemed to be born to look up to him, as if he could never touch him.

But now, this man is so close to her.

"I love you." Ling Yiran said, yes, if she couldn't even explain this love when she first dating, then now, she could clearly feel that she was loving him and was loving him deeper and deeper.

I thought that after experiencing Xiao Ziqi's betrayal, she would not love someone so deeply, but it turned out that she could love someone so seriously.
Chapter completed!