Why did he beg to die so easily? Why didn't he think about the fact that he still had a son? Did he know that once he died, what would it mean to Ajin, who was still young at the time?

Did this man really think that sending Ajin back to the Yi family was the best choice? But he forgot that the child still needs his father's company.

Ajin originally lost her mother's company, but later, she even lost her father's company.

At such a young age, he stayed in such a house, accompanied only by his grandfather who hated the other half of his body!

She could almost imagine how he was walking on thin ice as a child.

In this big house, there is no so-called friendship between grandparents and grandchildren, but only the struggle of children to survive!

Ling Yiran walked through the front hall step by step and came to the inner room.

The furnishings in the inner room were still the same as what she had seen before. A Jin's father's tablet was placed on the backlog.

At this moment, the tall figure stood in front of the tablet like a sculpture, motionless.

His back was straight, and the dim light from inside fell on him, interweaving light and dark.

At this moment, the loneliness emanating from him seemed to block everything around him.

It was as if he was the only one left in his world!

Ling Yiran's nose suddenly felt a little sore, and even she couldn't explain why she felt like this. She felt as if there was an invisible gap between Ajin and her at this moment.

However, they are obviously the closest people!

"Ajin!" she said, her voice sounding particularly clear in the silent room.

The slender body trembled slightly, and then slowly turned around. Those ink-like eyes seemed to be staring at her with a kind of deathly hollowness.

Suddenly, Ling Yiran felt as if his heartbeat had skipped a beat.

This look was just like the look he showed when she met him for the first time.

It's like he doesn't care about anything, not even himself.

"Ajin!" she shouted again, with a hint of nervousness and uneasiness.

This sound seemed to bring him back to his senses, and the dead silence in his eyes gradually faded away, replaced by his usual gentle gaze.

"Why are you here?" he asked softly, but there seemed to be an indescribable exhaustion in his tone.

"It's my turn to ask you, isn't it? It's so late, why are you here?" she said, besides, today is not a special day!

As she spoke, she walked up to him, raised her hand, and touched his cheek gently, but she felt the coolness on his cheek.

It's already July, and there's no air conditioning here. Even at night, it's still a bit stuffy, but it's obviously cooler.

"I can't sleep, so I just want to come here and take a look." He said.

"It's okay, why is your face so cold?" She frowned, "It's too late, let's go back to the room first."

She said, and was about to put down her hand to hold his, but was held down by his hand instead.

The palm of his hand pressed the back of her hand, letting her hand continue to press against his cheek.

Then those twinkling peach blossom eyes stared at her quietly.

"What's wrong with you?" She just felt that he was a little weird now. His quietness and his dead eyes before made her uneasy.

"Am I the only one you love most?" His thin lips parted slightly, and his voice was like the night wind blowing through silk and bamboo.

"Yeah." She replied without hesitation.

"You will never betray me, right?" He said again, that face that could confuse all living beings, but at this moment, he showed a fragile look.
Chapter completed!