These words, he would not say before, but now, looking at her standing in front of his father's throne, he said naturally.
It's as if only when he's facing her can he pour out the words buried in his heart.
"In that year, my father should have met many women. There must have been more beautiful women than her. But for such a woman, he gave up everything. He is really a fool." Yi Jin is away from the low murmur way.
"Your father doesn't necessarily like it because your mother is beautiful. When one person really likes another person, maybe the appearance is not so important, and... Whether it's good or not, maybe they will like it." Ling still said.
Yi Jin glanced away from her eyes, and her eyes fixed on Ling's still face. "Maybe... Just like you said, when you really like someone, looks are not necessarily so important..."
just like he likes her, he has never seen a woman who is more beautiful and knows men's heart better than her, but only likes what she gives him The feeling of.
I like the warmth like water when she cares for him. I like her shouting "ah Jin" and taking his hand to sleep in the evening...
his eyes seem to indicate something, covering her whole person. But she seems to be unable to move in his eyes...
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It was not until Ling still burned the incense on Yijin's father, that Yijin stood up and burned the picture of his mother directly, which blew out the candle.
"How did you burn your mother's picture?" She said in surprise.
"I burn this picture at this time of year." Yi Jin said, "OK, go back."
Ling is still stunned. He looks at the time. Just after zero, it's a new day.
"Why burn pictures at this time of the year?" She said strangely, then as if she realized something, and hurriedly said, "well, you don't have to answer, I just... Ask casually."
In fact, this is not what she should ask. Ling is still in her heart and says to herself. What she should think is to get rid of the relationship with him, but now, it seems that she is getting more and more confused.
"Because yesterday was her birthday. At that time every year, my father would wait for her birthday, no matter how late. I'll burn her picture to my father and let him know that one day I'll find her and take her to his grave. "
Yi Jin is far away from murmuring, so every night, he will look at the picture of the woman he should call his mother, and also let himself not forget the appearance of the woman, not to recognize the woman in the future.
"Let's go." He said, holding her hand, walked out of the hall and toward the main room.
At the moment, in the security room, several security guards of the vigil gather at the front of the monitoring screen to watch the two people walking out of the hall.
"Come out, my God, Miss Ling is really safe!"
"Yi ye still... Still holding her hand!"
"She is also the only one who can be led out by Yi ye in this way. In other words, she will be killed in minutes!"
Several security guards talked about it. Suddenly, the man in the monitoring screen raised his head sharply and looked at the monitoring probe as if he was looking at the person who was looking at the monitoring screen across the screen.
All of a sudden, the security guards shut up, afraid to say anything more.