Yi Jin's throat is a little tight. At this moment, he even says that he is Yi Jin.

Mingming, he is going to tell her his identity!

Under the light of the room, her long hair was scattered on her shoulders, and her face was dyed with a pale, black and white apricot eyes. They looked at him nervously, as if they were worried about something, as if they were confessing their lives.

It's as if life has weighed too much on her, and she has already accepted those injustices.

"Sister, take good care of your injuries in the hospital. Don't think about anything else. When you leave the hospital, I will tell you who I am." Yi Jin leaves the way.

She looked at him and nodded a little hesitantly.

As if he had finished what he was worried about, Ling still yawned and his eyelids drooped.

"If elder sister is sleepy, go to bed first. The doctor said that elder sister will be more sleepy these days." Yi Jin leaves the way, holding Ling still helps her lie down.

After a while, Ling still went to sleep.

Yi Jin looks at Ling's still sleeping face, her thin lips are tight, her fingers touch her cheek gently, and finally linger on her lips.

"Sister, how can I tell you?"

Just in response to him, just the silence.

When Ling still woke up, he saw that Yi Jin was still sitting beside her hospital bed with the same clothes.

"Hungry? Or shall I have the meal brought up now? " He said.

When he said that, she found that she seemed really hungry.

Ling still nodded.

"Then I'll take elder sister to the bathroom to wash and wash for a while. I'll have a good meal later." Yi Jin said as she left, holding Ling on the bed.

"I can..." Ling's voice still hasn't fallen, and the whole person has risen from the air. She almost unconsciously hugged Yi Jin's neck.

He walked into the bathroom with her in his arms, carefully put her on the washing table aside, and then took a pair of soft slippers to help her put them on, which then put her on the ground.

"Can you stand still?" He asked.

"Well." She answered in a low voice, and now he stood behind her, arms propped on the washing table on both sides of her body, almost as if the whole person had fixed her in his arms.

At the moment, her feet are clearly on the ground, but she feels like the whole person is floating.

As soon as she looks up, she is in front of the mirror inlaid above the washing table, and can see her and his appearance at the moment.