In the darkness, someone seemed to be sobbing.

Who is it? Who is crying?

She desperately tried to push away the darkness, and finally saw a child sobbing in the darkness.

That was a very beautiful child, with white and tender skin, jet black hair, and delicate facial features, just like her beloved doll when she was a child, especially those beautiful peach blossom eyes, which were strangely attractive.

This is... Xiao Mo? No, it's not Xiao Mo, it's A Jin. Is this A Jin when she was a child?

The old clothes Ajin was wearing were the same as the ones she had seen in his photo album before!

She ran forward desperately and hugged the little boy into her arms, "Don't cry, Ajin, don't cry!" She heard her own voice saying this, but the next moment, she heard that

The childish voice is saying——

"It hurts! I hurt!"

pain?!

"Where do you feel pain?" she asked urgently, and then she saw a large area of ​​bright red seeping out from the fabric on his chest, and the area of ​​​​the bright red area continued to expand.

That's blood! He's bleeding!

She almost subconsciously stretched out her hand to press on his chest, hoping to stop the blood from seeping out so quickly, but in the blink of an eye, her hand was already dripping with blood.

Just when she was extremely anxious, the scene in front of her changed again. Ajin disappeared, and instead, her master and his wife were smiling kindly at her.

"Yiran, if you are busy with work, then leave your child with us and we will take care of Xiaojin for you."

Immediately afterwards, the scene changed to the wife holding soup and handing it to her who was sorting out the case information under the lamp, "Yiran, come and drink some soup. I have been simmering this soup for several hours. I am replenishing it!"

"Master, thank you!"

"You called me Master Mother, so why are you thanking me? Your Master and I have no children. To us, you and Xiaojin seem to have given us an extra daughter and granddaughter."

At that moment, she only felt that her master's eyes were so gentle.

Then, the scene changed again. She was ill and hospitalized. Although her legs were not good, her wife was hobbling around in the hospital, helping her carry water, helping her go to the bathroom, and cleaning up some dirt for her.

The teacher's wife said, "Just take good care of your health. I, an old woman like me, can still do such things as taking care of you. Just take good care of yourself and stay safe."

At that time, she had not yet recovered her memory and could not remember everything about her past, but she felt that her mistress was like her mother.

The scene continued to turn, but it turned into Master's wife lying weakly on a tattered bed, suffering from a high fever, talking nonsense, while Master was helpless to take care of her.

She desperately wanted to step forward and get closer to her master and master's wife, but there seemed to be an invisible wall that prevented her from getting closer.

"Master, Master... how are you? Master!" Ling Yiran shouted, suddenly he was startled and suddenly opened his eyes, and what he saw was darkness.

It's a dream... She was dreaming just now. She dreamed about Ajin when she was a child, and also dreamed about everything she had with her master.

And she finally dreamed of her master's wife lying on a tattered bed... maybe it was because of the report she saw in Gao Congming's hand during the day...

Master’s wife has a fever! But she doesn’t know what the situation is now, let alone where Master and Master’s wife are!

At this moment, a voice suddenly sounded in her ears, "Have you had a nightmare?"

Ling Yiran's body suddenly trembled, and she felt a shadow pressing over her. She stared blankly at the person in front of her, it was Ajin!

But at this moment, the light in the room was dim, and she could only roughly see the outline of his body, but she couldn't clearly see his expression at the moment.

"What did you dream about?" he asked.

"No...nothing, I don't remember much either." She said vaguely.

Really? His eyes flashed slightly in the dimness, and he raised his hand to gently caress her cheek, but he knew what she was dreaming about.

She must have dreamed about him, that woman, and her master.

He heard her calling his name in her dream, calling her master and...that woman!

"Sorry for waking you up, I'm going to wash my face." Ling Yiran said, lifting up the quilt and getting out of bed, and came to the bathroom.

After closing the bathroom door, she looked at the mirror in front of the sink. Her face in the mirror was pale and extremely ugly.

Maybe at this moment, she should be thankful that the room was dark enough and they couldn't see each other's expressions, otherwise, maybe she would really collapse.

All the kindness her master’s wife had done to her flashed through her mind one by one. The person she once regarded as her mother was the one who hurt Ajin the most!

What should she do to have the best of both worlds?

Now, this is like a dead end, leaving her in a dilemma.

"Ah..." She cried suddenly, but then she bit her lip and tried hard to suppress her crying. She was afraid that her crying voice would be heard by Yi Jinli outside.

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"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

It was as if all the pain was vented.

"Why is this happening...how to do it, what to do..." She kept talking, but there was no answer.

What she didn't know was that outside the bathroom, across the door, Yi Jinli was leaning against the door, frowning slightly, and the hands hanging by his sides slowly tightened.

Did she care about that woman that much? Did she know that even if she didn't plead for mercy, every expression she looked at him these days, and every hesitation in speaking, seemed to be pleading for mercy.

"Yiran, will you betray me?" He whispered.

When Ling Yiran came out of the bathroom, the lights in the room outside had been turned on, and Yi Jinli was sitting on the sofa beside the bed, talking on the phone.

"Then let her continue to lie down. As long as she takes one step over there, we will send her directly to the police station. Otherwise, even if she dies there, she deserves it." Yi Jinli said in a cold voice.

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Ling Yiran was shuddered and asked anxiously, "Is Master's fever getting worse?"

Yi Jinli raised his head, glanced at Ling Yiran, pressed the call end button on his phone, and then said calmly, "Didn't we agree? We won't talk about these things in the future."
Chapter completed!