He was the one speaking!
"I do. Jin, I want you!"
'Whose voice is that? It's... It's Ling Yiran's!'
Yi Jinli stared at Ling Yiran and put his hand on his temple. His head seemed to be pricked by a sharp needle and waves of pain were spreading.
"Yiran, if you want me, then you can't leave me. Never!"
"No, Jin, I won't leave you!"
"Yiran... Yiran..."
He kept calling her name as if it meant more than everything to him...
His head... hurt! Those broken images flitted in his mind, but he could not get hold of them no matter what.
'What are these voices and conversations? Are they... conversations I had with her?'
"Young Master, are you having another headache?" asked Uncle Kwan as he rushed forward after noticing Yi Jinli's condition.
Yi Jinli took a deep breath, but what came out of his mouth were groans. The headache was a little stronger than usual this time.
Ling Yiran, who was holding Yi Qianmo in her arms, also rushed over to Yi Jinli and asked nervously, "What's the matter? Are you feeling unwell?"
Yi Jinli's face was pale with a layer of thin sweat on his forehead. He was frowning while one hand was pressed to his temple. There was a touch of pain in those deep eyes.
What was real and what was the past?
He could not help looking at her while in a trance. At this moment, he could see them in a simple rental house. Ling Yiran was looking at him worriedly. Then, she ran out of the house at night...
The pain continued... then and also now.
He had no idea how much time passed, but he had a scene in his mind. It was of her coming back. She pushed the door open and ran up to him with the medicine. "Jin, I bought the medicine..."
She came back. She did not leave him...
"Sis..." A groan escaped his mouth.
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