297. Chapter 297 The person I care about in this world is already
Is it because Ling'er is too smart, or because she behaves too obviously.
Turning her head and looking at Nangong Ling's eyes that were mature beyond her years, she was silent for a while.
After a while, he shook his head lightly and said:
"The person I care about in this world is dead."
She thought, she must be telling the truth, right?
Even now, the sentence sounded so uncertain.
From the moment she entered the Hell's Angels, she didn't know what else she cared about, except her life.
Nangong Ling seemed to understand Lin Ran's words.
Although she was only eight years old, and although she had not known Lin Ran for long, she could feel the similarities between herself and Lin Ran.
Without asking any more questions, she just nodded in understanding.
"Ling'er, after tonight, we will continue on our way tomorrow."
She didn't like staying here, and she didn't like watching Mo Xiaoran and the girl named Xue Moer being so affectionate in front of her.
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"good."
Nangong Ling nodded obediently, looked at the darkening sky outside the window, and continued:
"Sister, let's take a rest early so that we can start early tomorrow."
"Um."
Lin Ran nodded, walked to the bed and sat down.
The injury on her hand prevented her from moving too much.
It was also a little difficult for her to take off her clothes.
After finally taking off her coat, she lay down on the bed fully clothed.
Then, Nangong Ling also slept next to her somewhat naturally.
This inexplicable feeling of closeness is beyond words.
Perhaps because he had been walking for a day, Nangong Ling fell asleep quickly.
But Lin Ran didn't fall asleep from beginning to end.
After tossing and turning for a long time, she finally got up from the bed.
After getting out of bed, she looked at the sky outside the house and estimated that it was almost midnight.
She casually took the coat hanging by her side and put it on her body casually.
Then he opened the door and walked out.
In the yard, the only sound at this time was the chirping of insects.
This silent night always made her feel a sense of depression unconsciously.
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