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"Aunt Huan …"
Lin Ange's already tight throat became even more blocked, and she could no longer speak.
"Good child, Aunt Huan knows that you are sad, and she knows that you are sad. But, child, you can't indulge in sadness. You still have Yanyan and your job … "
Ye Qinghuan consoled him with a pained expression.
"…"
Lin Ange's tears fell as she listened.
"Good child, don't cry. The most taboo of Yuanzi was to wipe away tears. "Aunt Huan cried too much in Yuezi and her eyes are still unsightly right now …"
Ye Qinghuan's words were just like her mother's gentle advice to her daughter.
"Child, Aunt Huan knows that you don't want to eat anything right now. "But you have to listen to Aunt Huan. No matter how many, you have to eat some …"
Ye Qinghuan seemed to have installed a monitor in her room and knew everything.
"Mm …"
Lin Ange choked with sobs as she replied.
"Child, don't worry Aunt Huan, okay?"
Ye Qinghuan's voice trembled slightly as she said this. She was really worried about Lin Ange from the sound of it.
"Alright."
Lin Ange could not bear to see her sad, so she answered once again.
"How about I call Yun Xiao over and help you take care of Yanyan?"
Ye Qinghuan couldn't stop worrying about her. It was as if she had completely forgotten that Lu Yiyao was with her.
"Aunt Huan, I'm fine. Gu Yunxiao is very busy, so don't disturb him. "Aunt Huan, don't tell him about this either …"
"Look at me, with Yiyao by your side, what did I ask Yun Xiao to do?"
Ye Qinghuan laughed softly.
"…"
Lin Ange blinked, not knowing what to say.
Ye Qinghuan definitely did not know about the 'heavy' past between Lu Yiyao and her.
"Child, then let's leave it like this for today. Rest well, and I won't chat with you for too long. I'll call you tomorrow. "
Ye Qinghuan didn't say anything else and hung up the phone.
"Ai, how could this be?"
Holding the phone in her hand, a light flashed across her eyes as she let out a heavy sigh.
Not far from them, there was a tall and big pear tree. The bright and pure pear blossoms had all fallen and green leaves had emerged.
A Li.
Li?
At that time, she thought that the name Lu Yiyao gave her was too sentimental.
Within the corridor.
A refined and noble figure stood straight and upright, with dense worry concealed between his brows.
Lin Ange gently pulled her phone away from her ear. She tilted her head and looked at the bowl of jujube soup that was still steaming hot. Her eyes glinted with a heavy light.
"Aunt Huan is right, I lost A Li. But I still have Yanyan, I still have work to do, and I still have a lot of things to do. I have to pull myself together. "
She picked up the bowl of red dates soup and began to nibble on it.
Lu Yiyao pushed open the door and entered. Seeing that she was eating, he felt a lot more relieved.
He quickly walked over and wanted to take the bowl from her hands to feed her.
Lin Ange refused.
He did not insist and let her eat slowly.
"Peace …"
Lu Yiyao called her in a low voice, his voice was filled with love and heartache.
Lin Ange didn't look up at him as she nibbled on her food, but she ate even more slowly.
Lu Yiyao pursed his lips and sat on the chair in front of the bed.
Shockingly, when he saw the leather folder on the bed, his heart sank as he faintly guessed what was inside.
He couldn't wait to pick it up and open it.
Lin Ange did not stop him, nor did she say anything. She just could not eat anymore.
There was no sweetness in his mouth, only endless bitterness.
She held the bowl in both hands, trying to prevent the leftover red dates from spilling out.
Lu Yiyao saw the cover of the document and confirmed that Lu Hongzhan was right.
Lu Jinhui actually wanted to use these shares to 'force' Lin Ange to leave him?
He was infuriated.
Ye Zichen quickly read the rest of the content.
Anger soared to the top of his head.
Crack.
He slammed the document in his hand down onto the ground.
Paper flew everywhere and scattered all over the floor.
The black words on the white paper were like sharp arrows, shooting towards his heart.
Anger mixed.
The pain was long and bone-piercing.
He really did not expect Lu Jinhui to be so 'shameless' to interfere in the matter between him and Lin Ange.
Both hard and soft.
Humph.
He's really good.
Lin Ange knew that he would be angry when he saw these documents.
She wanted to speak up and persuade him, but the words stuck in her throat.
The temperature in the ward dropped another two degrees.
Lin Ange felt chills run down her spine.
The red dates soup in the porcelain bowl had also turned cold.
She put the bowl on the bedside table, took a tissue, and gently wiped her mouth.
The limpid eyes couldn't help but look over.
Lu Yiyao had already stood up and walked to the window. He stood with his back facing her.
Anger swirled around that figure.
That back view was filled with endless loneliness and sorrow.
Lin Ange's heart ached with pain. It was a type of heartache that came from the bottom of her heart.
She knew that she still loved him.
However, her mother's death was still a huge mountain between them.
She couldn't step over it.
Or, for the time being, she would not be able to make it through.
The two of them stood, one standing, one leaning against the wall.
There was silence.
The sound of a pin drop could be heard in the ward.
Time ticked on.
Lu Yiyao pinched the bridge of his nose, and his deep eyes slightly closed for a second. Then, he opened it again and retracted the anger in his eyes.
He slowly turned around and walked toward Lin Ange with light footsteps.
He squatted down, picked up the documents that were scattered on the floor and put them back into the folder.
He sat on the edge of the bed and hugged Lin Ange, who was sitting quietly.
Lin Ange's heart ached even more when the familiar cold and thin aura suddenly disturbed her.
She was startled for a moment before she began to struggle.
Lu Yiyao hugged her even more tightly.
He held her tight and called to him.
"Peace …"
"Anthea, that's why you ignored me, right?"
"An An, my Silly Girl, why are you so silly?" I told you, no one can break us apart. How could you have forgotten all about it? "
He stroked her long, jet-black hair, and there were tears in her deep, narrow eyes.
"An An, don't be like this ever again. If there's anything, you must tell me. "Don't be angry with me like that, okay?"
Lu Yiyao tilted his head and kissed her on the cheek.
His kiss was cool but full of emotion.
"An An, my silly An …"
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Lu Yiyao hugged her tightly once again, as if they were treasures that belonged to him that had been lost and recovered.
He was afraid of losing her again.
Lin Ange's back tensed as it throbbed. A warm current wrapped tightly around her torn chest.
At this moment, she really wanted to lie in his embrace and tell him all the grievances in her heart.
But she couldn't say anything.
No matter if what Lu Jinhui said was true or not, she couldn't take this' risk '.