However, An Yunluo hugged Yan Ranran tightly again, and his black eyes fell heavily on the photo of the tombstone. The woman still smiled cleverly, but the corners of his lips... were a hint of mockery.

He accidentally heard the dispute between An’s father and mother. He knew the story of his life for the first time. He shocked him and was unbelievable. He tried his best to pursue the truth. When he learned that the truth was so unbearable, he was shocked and a strong hatred burned in his chest. He found the tombstone of his biological mother, and he came to worship her. He told her that he would not let him die like this, and he would avenge her, and the woman who stole everything from her would pay the price.

But as a result, today, he heard another truth.

It turned out... she had never been unwilling to give up, never thought of taking revenge, and even before she died, she could generously give up her son and husband. She didn't even have a trace of hatred.

When she was dying, what she left for him in the end was just a huge lie. He didn't even have the last trace of obsession with her!

Oh……

Without this obsession, she was just a stranger to him, and she was really just a stranger.

And his respected father, today... chose another woman instead of him. He had a woman he wanted to love, even if that woman had hurt his mother, it might even be related to her mother's death. He stood on her side without hesitation.

The light in his eyes fell little by little, but his hands were hugging tighter and tighter, as if he was holding the last remaining support, only being alone, the little warmth underneath gave him the motivation to live.

His voice was mixed with heavy pain, and it seemed to press into Yan Ranran's heart.

"I'm the only one left...I'm the only one left!"

Yan Ranran couldn't understand what he said at this moment, but she could hear his pain at this moment. The pain seemed to be contagious and spreading, eroding her heart bit by bit.

An Yunluo's hand suddenly held her face and kissed her lips. He didn't kiss hard, it was very light, slow and soft, and his lips were also very cold. I wonder if it was because the cold wind had been blowing for a long time and the temperature was very low. When she touched Yan Ranran's lips, her lips couldn't help but tremble.

His eyes were not closed, and he looked at Yan Ranran steadily, as if he would immediately retreat as long as she didn't want to.

His black eyes were so close to each other, and the eyes that were like black stones were not shining at this moment, as if they were stained with overturned ink, thick black and thick, and they were about to pull people into the darkness.

Yan Ranran was most afraid of this kind of bewitching and most afraid of her being involuntarily. However, at this moment, she could not refuse An Yunluo, who was covered in pain.

Because he said...

He only has her! Only her...

She didn't resist at all, but just closed her eyes silently, slowly raised her hands, and hugged his waist.

This action is already acquiesced.

An Yunluo's dark eyes slid over a ray of light, and it was very fast, like stars slid across the sky, and a trace of vitality was touched. He no longer hesitated, hugged Yan Ranran hard, hugged her in front of him, and kissed her heavily with his lips.

This kiss was simple, straightforward and rude, without any skills, only each other's instincts remained. When An Yunluo's snake broke in, Yan Ranran couldn't help but open her lips and faced him.
Chapter completed!