"I know I am not qualified to ask this question, but no matter what I have done, I really like him. I have hoped to marry him one day since I was a child, even though I already know it is impossible.
However, I know very well how I feel in my heart, what about you? I just want to know now whether you love him or not."
After she finished speaking for a while, Tian Lingxin's moving footsteps paused slightly, and a faint light quietly flowed through her starry eyes.
After a while, he turned his head slightly and looked at Jia Xiaou with calm eyes: "Do you think it is necessary for me to answer you?"
To be honest, she really didn't know how to answer the so-called answer, but she knew very well that living with Leng Xuanhan made her feel natural, safe, happy, and sometimes she even felt
Happy future.
Aren't these enough?
"It's not necessary!"
Jia Xiaou looked at Tian Lingxin steadily, with a bitter and complex light shining in her beautiful eyes.
Suddenly he laughed a little self-deprecatingly; "It's just that I don't understand why my cousin fell in love with such a cold-hearted woman like you."
"At first, I thought that the person in my cousin's heart was always Sister Liang Jing, so I couldn't tolerate other women. After Sister Liang Jing left, I spent almost ten years pestering him, hoping to occupy his heart.
to a place, but in the end..."
"Although I didn't get him in the end, I fought for my own happiness without any regrets. I don't know what you think, only you know."
Jia Xiaou took a breath and spoke the true words from the bottom of his heart.
"That's all I have to say. No matter what your decision is, I wish you the best...cousin."
After saying that, Jia Xiaou didn't stop and quickly walked out of the balcony and left.
However, Tian Lingxin's figure seemed to have been on the balcony for a long, long time...
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The days that followed seemed to be peaceful, except for the man who didn't know what he was busy with.
Tian Lingxin never asked him what he was busy with after that day, but there seemed to be something else on his mind.
A few days after that day, Le Yu's phone was able to get through. From the phone, it was not difficult to hear the weakness in the voice.
But Tian Lingxin remained as usual, as if she didn't find anything wrong.
During this period, Tian Lingxin stayed at home except for Qiao Jing who came to see her once.
When it was time to remove the stitches from the wound on the back, the mysteriously busy man seemed to have stopped.
This morning, in the quiet and elegant bedroom, a man and a woman were lying on the big bed, and the warm sunshine had begun to rise in the sky outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.
Leng Xuanhan's handsome eyebrows moved slightly, and soon he slowly opened his eyes. Suddenly he felt the delicate softness in his arms, and his deep black eyes softened.
With a little laziness, he looked into his arms and saw Tian Lingxin half lying in his arms, still sleeping peacefully.
After looking at her for a while, those slender fingertips, with an inexplicable tenderness, straightened the messy hair hanging on her face, and placed a soft kiss on her forehead where her hair had been straightened.