Chapter 724

Why is it so easy for him to die? Why doesn't he think he has a son? He knows, once he dies, what does it mean for ah Jin, who was still young at that time?

This man, really think to send ah Jin back to the Yi family, is the best choice? But forget, the child still needs the father's company.

Ah Jin, she had lost her mother's company, but later, she lost her father's company.

That small age, then stays in such a house, accompanies, but only hates the grandfather of the other half blood in his body!

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

In this mansion, there is no so-called grandparent friendship. There are only children's hard work!

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

Inside the decoration, also with the original she saw the same, Jimo on the display of a Jin's father's memorial tablet.

At the moment, the tall figure, just like sculpture, stood in front of the memorial tablet, motionless.

His back was straight, and the yellow light in it fell on him, alternating the light and shade.

At this moment, his loneliness seemed to separate everything around him.

As if he was the only one left in his world!

Ling's nose is suddenly a little sour, even she can't tell why she has such a feeling. She feels that ah Jin at this moment seems to have an invisible gap with her.

However, they are the most intimate people!

"Ah Jin!" She said, her voice was very clear in the quiet room.

The tall body trembled a little, and then slowly turned around. The eyes, like ink, seemed to stare at her with a kind of dead silence.

All of a sudden, Ling still felt that his heart beat was like a missed beat.

This kind of look is like the one he showed when she met him for the first time.

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

"Ah Jin!" She cried again, with a touch of tension and uneasiness.

This sound, like pulling back his mind, the dead silence in his eyes gradually faded, instead of the usual gentle eyes.

"Why are you here?" He asked in a whisper, but in his tone, it seemed as if he had an indescribable weariness.

"It's my turn to ask you. It's so late. Why are you here?" Besides, it's not a special day, she said!

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

It's July now, and there's no air conditioner here. Even at night, it's still a little sultry, but it's obviously cold.

"If you can't sleep, you want to come here and have a look." He said.

"Don't worry, why is your face so cold?" She frowned. "It's too late. Go back to the room first."

She said, was about to put down his hand to hold his hand, but instead was his hand first step of the press.

The palm of his hand pressed against the back of her hand so that it continued to stick to his cheek.

Then the pair of peach blossom eyes stared at her quietly.

"What's the matter with you?" She only felt that he was a little strange now. He was so quiet, and his dead eyes made her uneasy.

"I'm the only one you love most?" He opened his thin lips, and his voice was like the night wind across the bamboo.

"Well." She replied without hesitation.

"Never betray me, will you?" He added that the face, which was enough to bewitch all living beings, now showed a fragile look.