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Chu Huai looked at the woman who said that he was very sad. Her eyes were red, but the corners of her lips were raised in a faint smile. However, the words she said were also very heartbreaking.

Heartache.

Who would have thought that one day, Chu Huai would also feel sorry for Yin Qinghuan.

At this moment, he did not know what had happened to him. It was not the first time he saw her cry, but it was the first time he felt moved by her tears.

It was raining heavily, Chu Huai grabbed the back of the woman's head and hugged her.

Perhaps, towards Yin Qinghuan, the Yin Qinghuan before him, he was the real … I really can't ignore it.

He had clearly told himself not to think about this woman again. What she had said at the Yin house was enough for him to hate her for the rest of his life.

But at that moment, when he heard her say that, he couldn't help but hold her tight.

Her body was so cold, without even a trace of warmth. She was like a porcelain doll that would shatter upon contact.

The heat was on, but she still felt cold.

Chu Huai extended his hand and took a jacket from the back seat and handed it over to the woman beside him.

"Take off your clothes and put this on."

She must have been soaked from inside out, her lips quivering from the tension.

Yin Qinghuan lowered her eyes to look at the man's black jacket. She shook her head and didn't accept it.

"Then at least put on your coat."

The man leaned over her, draped his coat over her, and fastened her seat belt.

"What happened?"

She only forced a smile and shook her head — —

"Unemployment."

Was she unemployed, or did the man not want her?

"It's about the business, isn't it?"

"Do you believe me if I say it's nothing to do with you?"

"Don't try to be brave, I already know."

Yin Qinghuan: "…" Yes, what?

Chu Huai's gaze was cold as he looked at the person in front of him and saw that the corner of her lips still had a slight curve. He obviously didn't want to laugh, so why did he have to force himself?

"Since his fiancee is dead, at this critical juncture, it's naturally because he doesn't want others to know about your relationship with him."

Yin Qinghuan's gaze turned to the window as she looked at the pouring rain. She remained silent.

After a long while, she seemed to agree and nodded — —

"Yes, you're right."

He did not deny that Chu Huai's words seemed to make some sense. A person like Qi Yanzhi had to weigh the pros and cons, if he wanted to not let others down, even if he did not love her, he had to pretend that he did not care for his fiancée.

Oh, no, the former fiancée.

She couldn't help but think about the despicable nature of humans.

"It's a good thing for you to leave him."

The meaning in her words was that such a man wasn't worth her liking.

The sound of rain outside the window gradually lessened, the woman turned her head to look at Chu Huai, "I'm very cold, send me back."

She understood what he was trying to say.

But many things weren't so one-sided. Now that she had reached an agreement with Qi Yan, who could guarantee what would happen in the future?

On the way back, the rain gradually stopped. Yin Qinghuan looked at the sunlight shining through the end of the tunnel. Once again, the rain had stopped.

He no longer felt that cold and looked down at the man's jacket. Chu Huai was actually not that annoying.

At least just now, in the heavy rain, the moment he appeared was very comforting.

When the car stopped outside the Yin house, Yin Qinghuan was a little tired. Right now, she only wanted to go back to her room and lie down for the day.

She unbuckled her seat belt and took off her coat, but it was already stained with rain.

Just when the woman was hesitating whether to return the clothes to him or to buy a new one back, Chu Huai unhurriedly said, "Wash it clean before returning it to me."

It was a fair amount of money, but why bother?

However, since he had already said so, she could only nod in agreement, "Okay."

Chu Huai's movements were not light, but it was not heavy either. The warmth of his palm came from the back of his hand, causing Yin Qinghuan to pause for a moment. She did not immediately withdraw her hand, but instead maintained her position as if she was going to get out of the car, not moving at all.

She thought that Chu Huai still had something he wanted to tell her.

The warmth from the back of her hand was gradually transmitted to her palm. The woman turned around and looked down to see the man holding her left hand before raising his eyes again. His gaze was filled with puzzlement.

What was he doing?

"We are no longer the same as before. I want to get to know you again, Yin Qinghuan."

"Chu Huai, I feel like we... "He doesn't seem like a person who's suited to be friends."

Seeing that he had just sent her home, Yin Qinghuan tried her best to be tactful with her words. It's not suitable to be friends. Maybe it's good to be two strangers on a parallel line.

However, Chu Huai chuckled and said, "Then it's more suitable to be a couple, hm?"

Couple.

The woman's eyes trembled and immediately withdrew her hand. She shook her head in an attempt to explain that she didn't have that intention.

Chu Huai obviously knew that wasn't what she meant, but the empty temperature of her palm caused him to be unable to help but mock himself in his heart. Did she really not want to have anything to do with him? However, he still maintained a gentle smile on the surface, "I was just joking with you."

"Mm, thank you for bringing me back."

After getting off the car, the woman looked at the person in the window and said, "Be careful when you go back."

"Alright."

Obviously, these were just polite words, but when Chu Huai heard them, he felt that there was more than enough warmth in his heart.

At least, she was no longer as hostile to him as she had been before.

Yin Qinghuan, I am finding it increasingly impossible to ignore your existence. Maybe a lot of things are fated, the fate between you and me has not ended, or should be …

It was only the beginning.

After returning to the Yin Clan, Yin Qinghuan fell ill.

He slept until the night before waking up in a daze and seeing his mother in front of him, he heard her say —

"Why is there a fever? "Oh, Qing Huan, can you hear me?"

It turned out that he had a fever.

No wonder she always felt so hot. He didn't know how long he had slept, but without any strength left, he felt drowsy.

"Is the doctor here?"

Mother Yin's voice was filled with worry and urgency. The servant said that they were on their way and would arrive soon.

"I'll go cook some ginger soup for her." His mother thought of the time when her daughter only needed to drink a bowl of ginger soup and get better. She immediately got up and went downstairs to the kitchen.

The servant was still covering Yin Qinghuan with the quilt when he heard the person on the bed mumbling as if they were sleep-talking.

"It hurts …"

The servant looked confused, wondering where Miss Yin was in pain.

When Yin Xiangze entered her room, he heard her voice that sounded like she was crying, "I can't breathe …" "Save me, save me …"

"Sir, Miss Yin seems to have lost her mind."

The servants at the side did not know what the person on the bed was talking about. It was either pain or breathing heavily, choking off words that she could not understand, and she thought she must have lost her mind.

Yin Xiangze looked down at the unconscious man with his dark eyes, then leaned over the bed and leaned his ear against the woman's lips to listen quietly.

"Save me, save me …"

She was begging for help, as if she was dreaming of something. The sweat on her forehead seeped out layer after layer. Because of the heat, her flushed red face looked tender and attractive at this moment.

The man's double pupil eyes were deep and profound. When the warmth of his fingers touched that person's cheeks, a ripple flashed through his eyes. He really liked the feeling between his fingers.

It was just like that night when Qiao Yino was under him. His face was flushed from the medicine and was so exquisite that it seemed as if it could be broken by a wind. He loved it so much that he could only crush this wonderful feeling deep into his bones and blood.

He didn't expect that such a feeling would return.

And the woman in front of him, his sister …

It was clearly not that face, and not the person that caused his dreams to wander. However, at this moment, he had the illusion of being infatuated once again.

"Mister …" Seeing this, the servant standing aside became a bit absent-minded. This was the first time he saw his husband look at Miss Yin in such a manner. Even though Mister normally doted on his little sister, he was only physically satisfied with her. He had never done something so intimate.

"Get out."

Yin Xiangze's icy tone made the servant shiver. He immediately left the room.

The room once again quieted down. Yin Qinghuan only felt her body heat up like a ball of fire burning her. She felt very uncomfortable. However, there was always an invisible force at her throat that fiercely gripped her neck, making it impossible for her to breathe.

"Qi Yan Shang, save me …"

— — Qi Yan Shang, save me …

Yin Xiangze's eyes suddenly went cold as he stared at the unconscious woman in front of him.

With the same words, the memories appeared in his mind. The woman's voice was hoarse as she wailed. She struggled weakly and cried — Qi Yan Shang, save me!

Unfortunately, at that time, Qi Yan did not appear. Qiao Yinuo could not wait for anyone to save her, and all he gave her was the abyss of death.