Now this room looks more like the room she had before she went to jail.

If there is anything about her mother... then, back then, she put all the relics about her mother in the box under the bed.

Ling Yiran walked to the edge of the bed and wanted to drag the box out from under the bed.

"I'll do it!" Yi Jinli squatted down and helped Ling Yiran to drag the box under the bed.

In the room, dust rose and his clothes were dirty.

"Sorry." She said. She knew that he had always been liked by Jing. Except for the life she and him in the rental house, he would hardly let himself get stained with any dust on weekdays.

"What's there to be sorry for? Isn't it a man to do things for his own women?" Yi Jinli said.

Her own woman... these words made Ling Yiran's face suddenly turn red. But then all her attention fell on the box in front of her.

Here, the clothes and headwear she left behind, the paintings her mother drew with her, and the small toys she bought for her were sorted into this box when she was older.

It’s just a pity that when her mother passed away, she was still too young, and most of her mother’s relics were also lost. When she got older, there were not many things about her mother that could be preserved.

Ling Yiran opened the box and looked at the familiar things in the box, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red.

Still here, these things... are still here!

When she came out of prison, she wanted to take these things out, but her father didn't let them go. Even the album of her and her mother was finally obtained in such a way that she almost burned.

She thought that these things might have been thrown away by her father and others, and maybe she could not get them back at all.

But unexpectedly, it appeared in front of her again.

Tears poured out of her eyes and rolled down her cheeks.

Yi Jinli frowned slightly, raised his hand and gently wiped her tears, "I did this, not to make you cry."

Her tears, every time he saw them, would make him feel heartbroken.

"I'm happy, I'm very happy to see these things again." Ling Yiran said, with tears in her eyes, but the corners of her lips were raised, just like what she said, she was happy!

His fingers hooked her jaw and leaned over to kiss the tears on her face, "Then just laugh, don't have any tears, still, I hope you can smile more."

"Okay." She sniffed, trying to stop her tears, and her hands wrapped around his neck, "A Jin, thank you."

"Didn't you thank you before?" he said.

"The thanks before is different from now," Ling Yiran said, "If I hadn't had you, maybe I wouldn't have seen these things from my mother in my life. It was you who helped me find these again."

"I just hope you are happy." He said, as long as she is happy, he is willing to do anything for her.

"I'm very happy." Ling Yiran said, kissing his lips on his own initiative, trying to convey her joy, her gratitude, and her love for him on this kiss.

He passively endured her kiss and let her get entangled with him.

He willingly led this kiss with her in front of her, cooperating with everything she had.
Chapter completed!