If Ling Yiran was burned to the point of disfigurement, it would be worry-free for her. At least, Li Chen would not fall in love with a woman who had disfigured her face.

What a pity!

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Ling Yiran didn't know how she went downstairs. She just felt that every step she took seemed to be using all her strength.

He covered his hands in the album and kept trembling because of the excitement of his emotions.

At this moment, she didn't even have the courage to look through the album and see how many photos inside it were burned.

These are all her memories, and they are her and her mother’s memories!

When she staggered all the way to the entrance of the community, a figure walked quickly to her.

The somewhat anxious voice, with an unstoppable worry, rang over her head, "What's wrong with you?"

She just felt as if she was shrouded in a shadow, and then her arms supported her shaking body.

Who is it? Who holds her up?

Ling Yiran slowly raised his head. The first thing that caught his eye was that those extremely beautiful eyes were like the charming peach blossoms, which were shockingly beautiful. The dark pupils were like obsidian, so black that they were so bright that they seemed so deep that they could not see through.

"What's wrong with you?" His long eyebrows frowned, looking at the tears on her face, and his heart felt like something was being pulled by it.

She stared at him in a daze, and suddenly smiled miserably, "A Jin..." She murmured at this name. How long has it been since she called him like this?

But it's just a month, but it seems like it's been a long time.

But at this moment, there seemed to be only A Jin in her eyes, A Jin who once depended on her for life, and A Jin who could make her rely on each other and keep each other warm.

His expression suddenly became stunned, and then he said softly, "I'm here."

"A Jin, I...I'm so tired..." She murmured, so tired that she had no energy to walk on, and even the strength to cry was gone.

He bent down, suddenly picked her up, and walked towards the car not far away.

She stayed quietly in his arms, without struggling like before, like a quiet doll.

He carried her to the car, his eyes falling on the half-charred album she was holding.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, stared at her hands, and then instructed the driver to change direction and go to the hospital.

"What's wrong? What happened?" Yi Jinli asked.

But Ling Yiran didn't answer, just held the album in his arms tightly.

A pain sensation surged in his chest that he could not explain himself. If he had known that she would have been like this if he had asked her to go home, then he would have accompanied her no matter what.

Thinking of this, a faint light flashed through his eyes.

When he arrived at the entrance of the hospital, Yi Jinli hugged Ling Yiran and got out of the car and quickly walked to the emergency room.
Chapter completed!