He had never said these words before, but as he looked at her standing before his father's spirit tablet, he just naturally said it.
It was as if he could only get the words out of his heart when he was facing her.
"Speaking of which, my father must have seen a lot of women in his day, and there must have been some prettier ones. What a fool he was to give up everything for a woman like that," muttered Yi Jinli.
"Your father did not necessarily like your mother because she was pretty. Sometimes looks are not that important when a person likes another person. Besides, they'll like them whether they’re good or bad," said Ling Yiran.
Yi Jinli's eyes flickered slightly, and his gaze settled firmly on Ling Yiran's face. "Maybe… it's just like you said. Sometimes looks are not that important when a person likes another person…"
It was just like how he liked her. He had seen women who were more beautiful, more understanding of a man's heart, and more accommodating than her. However, he just liked the feeling she gave him.
He liked the calm warmth when she was concerned about him. He liked her to call him ‘Jin’ over and over again. He liked her to hold his hand to sleep at night...
His glance seemed to imply something, almost enveloping her whole being. She seemed unable to move under his eyes...
...
It was not until the incense Ling Yiran lit for Yi Jinli's father had finished burning that Yi Jinli got up and set the photo of his mother on fire. Then, he blew out the candle.
"Why did you burn the photo of your mother?" she asked in surprise.
"I burn the photo every year at this time," said Yi Jinli. "All right, let's go back."
"They're out. Oh my God, Miss Ling is safe and sound!"
"Young Master Yi is... He’s holding her hand!"
"She's the only one who can go into the memorial hall and come out holding hands with Young Master Yi. If it were someone else, she would have been killed!"
The security guards chattered, and suddenly, the man on the surveillance screen looked up in the direction of the surveillance camera. It was as if he were looking across the screen at the people watching the surveillance screen.
All of a sudden, the security guards kept quiet and dared not say anything more.
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