She would have been overjoyed if Ling Yiran got burnt until she was completely disfigured. At least Lichen would not go after a woman who was disfigured.
What a pity that it did not happen!
...
Ling Yiran did not know how she got downstairs. She felt as if she was exerting all her strength with every step.
Her hands that were holding the photo album kept shaking because she was so perturbed.
She did not even dare to go through the photo album to see the extent of the damage.
These were all her memories—memories with her mother!
When she stumbled to the entrance of the neighborhood, a figure quickly approached her.
"What's the matter with you?" The slightly anxious voice rang over her head with an unconcealed worry.
She felt as if she was enshrouded in a shadow. A pair of arms quickly moved to support her tottering body.
Who was it? Who was holding her up?
Ling Yiran slowly raised her head, and the first thing that came into her eyes was those extremely beautiful eyes. They were like charming peach blossoms, so beautiful that they could even ignite fear. Those dark pupils were like obsidians, so black and bright, but they seemed so deep that people could not see through them.
"What's the matter with you?" He frowned, looking at the traces of tears on her face. He felt as if his heart had been pulled by something.
Suddenly, his eyes narrowed as he stared at her hands. He told the driver to go to the hospital.
"What's wrong? What the hell happened?" Yi Jinli asked.
However, Ling Yiran did not answer. She only clutched the photo album in her arms as hard as she could.
He felt an inexplicable pain in his chest. If he had known that her trip home would turn out like this, he would have gone back with her no matter what.
A faint light flickered in his eyes at this thought.
At the hospital's entrance, Yi Jinli got out of the car with Ling Yiran in his arms. He hurried over to the emergency room.
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