C12

The car was playing a piano piece. It sounded familiar to Zhao Yilin, but she couldn't think of a name for it.

"Sorry, I misunderstood you."

One yard for one. Huo Yelin had indeed saved her life just now. If she wanted to apologize, she had to say it.

"Your mother saved my grandfather's life, so you can be considered to have returned the favor."

Zhao Yilin noticed that although he looked like he didn't want to get too close to her, the words he said were sincere. She had a better impression of him.

Zhao Yilin: "Mom never mentioned it to me, but Grandma said she was a very warm-hearted person, like she could do it."

It was unknown whether it was because the piano piece was too romantic or because the lights in the car were too soft, but Huo Yelin's profile seemed to have been stripped of layers of armor, revealing the truest of his features.

Right now, he looked exactly the same as Qi Xiaoyan from inside out. Zhao Yilin's heart was beating fast.

That's right, this man seemed cold and detached, but he had never done anything to truly hurt her. If he was Qi Xiaoyan, wouldn't all of this make sense?

She thought for a moment, then summoned up the courage to ask, "Have you ever been to Green Willow House in Area C?"

It was where she lived with Qi Xiaoyan, where he was buried in the sea of fire.

Huo Yelin looked straight ahead, and the atmosphere inside the car suddenly turned tense, "So what if I've been there, so what if I haven't?"

Zhao Yilin couldn't help holding the handrail, "Nothing, I'm just asking."

Huo Yelin held her in his arms, Zhao Yelin's face against his neck. A strange yet familiar smell wafted from her nose. Her skin was the color of wheat, but it felt very comfortable to the touch.

Zhao Yilin's mind went blank. She struggled to get up, but the car swayed and she pressed her hand on his shoulder.

Huo Yelin gave a muffled grunt.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to." She quickly took her hand away and tried to straighten herself.

Huo Yelin's face was extremely dark. This woman was definitely doing it on purpose! As he shouted "No!", he used his body to tease her.

Zhao Yilin realized that something was wrong, so she hurriedly said, "Mr. Huo, we can stop the car here."

Huo Yelin glanced out the window and asked, "Is your home in the bathroom?"

Zhao Yilin was surprised. She looked out of the window and saw a big brand named Happy Shower Center rushing towards them.

"No, my home is not far from here. You can go back by yourself." Zhao Yilin didn't lie. He could get home by bus at six stops from here, but in Huo Yelin's world, there was no such thing as a bus. His first reaction was that this woman was playing a game of capturing things by force.

"Grandfather wants me to send you back, how can you leave halfway?"

The muscles in his small arms bulged as he steered the car to the right. Zhao Yilin grabbed the seat belt with both hands and drove faster and faster, her eyes widening as she stared at the pedestrians, the greenery on the street, and the tall buildings on both sides of the road that looked like silhouettes captured by a camera.

Ah!" "Slow down, I was wrong, please slow down.

Finally, the sports car arrived at the apartment where Zhao Yilin lived.

Zhao Yilin opened the car door and walked towards the stairs. Before leaving, she did not forget to turn around and say, "Thank you."

"What? Aren't you going to invite me up?" Huo Yelin also got out of the car. With one hand on the door, he looked like a playboy.

Zhao Yilin swallowed her saliva. "My house is too simple, I'm afraid you are not feeling well." If not, I'll treat you to a meal some other day. "

Huo Yelin slammed the car door shut and looked up at the rooftop. "It's nothing. Just think of it as going to the mountains or the countryside."

"…"

Zhao Yelin's apartment was on the thirteenth floor. She took out her key and glanced at Huo Yelin before opening the door. He had both his hands in his pockets and a calm expression on his face.

She took a deep breath and opened the door.

It was a very delicate and cozy girl's room. There were two rooms, one for the study, one for the bedroom. The room was decorated in blue and white.

"Sit down, I'll get some coffee."

"Yes."

Because he was living alone, he could see some very private things in the corner of the living room. For example, the clothes that were hung on the sofa were clearly worn by him.

Huo Yelin leaned against the sofa with his legs crossed. His gaze fell onto a photo that was placed on the TV cabinet. Zhao Yelin was holding hands with a man who looked almost identical to her.

After a while, Zhao Yilin returned with a cup of coffee and placed it on the tea table. "I don't have much coffee at home. Let's drink." After saying that, he looked up and saw Huo Yelin standing beside the TV cabinet, holding a photo of her and Qi Xiaoyan and quietly examining them.

She carefully walked over and tried to see his expression, but there was still a trace of expectation in her heart. Perhaps he had lost his memory, or perhaps there was some unspeakable reason, but when she saw this picture, he should be able to remember it.

That day, they walked in the shade of the trees and kissed in the blue sky. That was the first time he seriously and bashfully told her that I love you. From that day on, they became the most important people in each other's lives.

Huo Yelin looked up. When he saw the anticipation in her eyes, his pupils constricted. "He's Qi Xiaoyan?"

Zhao Yilin felt a weight on her chest. She was too disappointed to say anything, so she could only nod.

Huo Yelin suddenly snapped the photo. With a few steps, he pushed her to the corner of the wall. With a low voice and a nasal tone, he said, "No matter who he is, it's me."

"Shut up! I like him, not you! "

"Heh, I don't care."

Huo Yelin reached his hands into her back and lifted up his hands, constantly struggling. "Let go of her. Don't be like this. I'm begging you."

The woman in front of him, even though she was crying and struggling, kicking him and biting his wrist, could not stop him from listening to her.

Zhao Yelin cried out in alarm as he lifted her up with his arms. His fingers dug into the flesh of his shoulder, and Huo Yelin smiled faintly.

Zhao Yelin fainted. When she woke up, she was lying on her bed alone, but Huo Yelin had already left.

She put on a coat and walked into the living room while enduring the pain all over her body. Luckily, everything was still the same as before, except that there was a note on the tea table.

It read: I'll pick you up for the funeral at 8 a.m. on the morning of July 9th.

Zhao Yilin's nose turned sour and she began to cry while holding the note.