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Zhao Yelin put on her clothes and pushed open the bathroom door. She saw Huo Yelin sitting on the bed, smoking. Fang Xinying had already disappeared.

"Traitor." Zhao Yilin walked out with a snort and sat on the sofa.

"How did you know I was here?"

Huo Yelin puffed out a smoke ring. Seeing that she had already put on her black long sleeves and gray pants, his snow-white buttocks and long legs were all covered.

With his strong facial features and his eyes full of sexual allusion, which were hidden by the smoke, Zhao Yilin felt her heart skip a beat and she turned her face away.

Huo Yelin retracted his gaze and placed the cigarette in his hand on his knee. His shirt's collar slightly opened, revealing his beautiful collarbone. "If you want to know, you'll know."

Zhao Yelin did not know what to say, but Huo Yelin seemed to have prepared ahead of time. He said very calmly, "If you don't answer the phone and reply with a text message, do you want to go to heaven?"

Zhao Yilin knew he was in the wrong, so he had to bear with it.

"You look like this, do you not want to talk or are you speechless?"

Zhao Yilin looked at him and said, "This is my private matter. I've already asked for leave from the crew in advance. There's no need to always report this to you."

"Zhao Yilin, I thought our relationship isn't like that anymore."

"What's that like?" Zhao Yilin looked at him with resentment, "With our identities, what else can we become? It doesn't matter what you say now. We're lovers, not lovers, not friends. It has nothing to do with me who you are betrothed to, and it has nothing to do with you wherever I go! "

Huo Yelin suddenly crushed the cigarette in her hand. Zhao Yelin's heart trembled, but then found it laughable.

"If you need anything from me, you can contact Zhang Youzhen, my manager. If I have something to talk to you about, I'll contact Dou. That's more normal. " She got up and walked to the door, opened it and said, "I still have something to do tomorrow, so I'll take the night plane back. If there's nothing important, you can go back first."

Zhao Yelin turned around and saw Huo Yelin sitting quietly on the edge of the bed. He had a lonely expression on his face. Suddenly, she felt a pang in her heart.

He got up and walked over to Zhao Yilin, who stepped aside to make way for him. However, he suddenly grabbed her wrist, causing her to fall into his arms. The door closed with a "kacha" sound.

Huo Yelin kissed her forehead and said, "Didn't you say we were lovers? How about a round? "

His hand moved forward familiarly. Zhao Yilin did not struggle this time, but squeezed his arm and said, "No, it's not appropriate today."

"Why not?" She did not struggle or moan. Instead, Huo Yelin did not know how to proceed. His hand rested on her waist.

Zhao Yilin's voice was trembling as her nails dug into his flesh, "It will be the day of Xiao Yan's death in a while."

Huo Yelin did not say anything else as he held her close to the door.

After an unknown amount of time, someone's cell phone suddenly rang. Huo Yelin felt her body tremble slightly as she picked up the phone and tapped it. Then, she left him and alone climbed onto the bed.

Huo Yelin looked at his cellphone. It was 12 o'clock at night.

He walked to the bed, took off his shirt and pants, and laid down with Zhao Yilin in his arms.

Zhao Yilin's eyes were wide open as she watched the white walls of the hotel turn red. Qi Xiaoyan's anxious voice echoed in her ears, "Linlin, cover your mouth and run. Don't worry about me!"

Zhao Yilin covered her head with the blanket and curled up into a ball. The dissonant echoes in her head were getting louder and louder.

Huo Yelin held her tightly and said softly, "Yelin, we are in a very high-end hotel. We just had a fire inspection last month, so there's no problem. We live on the third floor, so we're not too high. If there's any danger, I can bring you down with me.

Zhao Yilin was tearful, but she didn't say anything.

The fire that night had taken place just after midnight, and most of the people in the apartment had gone to sleep. She went to play with Qi Xiaoyan until it was very late and fell asleep on his sofa.

She had spent the night before every anniversary in the past with her eyes open. She could not sleep at all, and her whole body was torn apart by fear and guilt.

She yearned to forget, but if she couldn't even tonight, how could she forget?

Zhao Yilin's breathing became calmer, but her body remained tense.

Huo Yelin stretched out his arm and used some force to turn her over and hold her in his arms.

Zhao Yilin's face was pressed against his chest. She could hear his heartbeat. She reached out and touched his back. There was a round scar on his back. It felt softer and more delicate than the skin around him because it took less time.

"Ye Lin, will it still hurt here?"

"Sometimes."

"What did it feel like when you were unconscious?"

Huo Yelin's voice was deep and sacred. "It's pitch black, but it's very quiet."

Zhao Yilin cried, "Won't it hurt?" Aren't you sad? "Don't you hate me for causing you to be shot?"

"Nope." Huo Yelin answered firmly.

Zhao Yilin held him tightly, like a man who had been walking in the snow for days.

Because she had already lost him, she now cherished Huo Yelin very much. She was afraid that he would fly away the moment she let go of him.

Fang Xinying arrived in front of Zhao Yilin's room at eight in the morning and waited. They had arranged this meeting in advance, even though she didn't think Zhao Yilin would be able to leave on time today.

She had been standing there for less than two minutes when the phone rang in her hand.

"Yingying, are you awake? I have already packed everything up, when will you be able to head out? "

Fang Xinying knocked on the door in surprise and said, "I'm right outside."

Zhao Yilin pushed the door open. "When did you get here? Why didn't you knock?"

Fang Xinying looked at the house and said, "If you're ready, then let's go."

Zhao Yelin reacted and blushed. She entered the room and took her handbag. "We'll be leaving first. We should be able to make it back for lunch in time," she said to Huo Yelin, who was looking at his phone.

Huo Yelin said, "I'll send you off."

"Ah?" "But, we're going to sweep the tomb, it might not be too good for you to follow us."

"I'm not going in. After I send you over, I have some matters to attend to. I'll pick you up after I'm done."

"Oh."

When Fang Xinying saw them walk out hand in hand and quickly enter the elevator, she had to hurry to keep up. Along the way, she felt like a thousand-watt bulb that could blind people.

After sending Zhao Yelin to the cemetery, Huo Yelin did not get out of the car. Instead, he left.

When Fang Xinying saw Zhao Yilin staring at the BMW with reluctance, she knocked on her head, "You can't take it anymore, you're so infatuated, what day is it today? Last night, the two of you …"

"No, we didn't do anything." Zhao Yilin said and walked into the garden sadly.

Fang Xinying quickly followed and said, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have misunderstood you without even asking."

"I'm fine." Zhao Yilin smirked, "I didn't expect him to be so understanding." "It was all thanks to him that I slept soundly last night."

Fang Xinying stopped in shock as she saw Zhao Yilin walking up the white stone steps. Her steps were not as heavy as the last few times.

In the past, the man had managed to keep her awake even after she was by his side.

The tomb was not big, it was built close to the mountain, between the rows of tombstones stood a short pine tree, a small stone lion stood on both sides of the tombstone, and most of the tombstones were filled with all kinds of fake flowers.

Looking up into the distance, he could see a beautiful rural area with mountains at the back. The village had heard that a river flowed through, so it could be considered a Feng Shui treasure land next to a mountain and a river.

Although Zhao Yilin only came here once a year, she was very familiar with where Qi Xiaoyan slept. Even if you lowered your head and walked forward, you would still be in front of him.

"Xiao Yan, I've come to see you."

Fang Xinying didn't go up but waited on the stairs.

Zhao Yilin crouched down and put the flowers into a vase beside the tombstone.

She seemed to be saying something, but because she was too far away, she couldn't hear clearly.

Fang Xinying didn't want to stand in a daze, so she walked up and down the stone steps.

After a long time, they didn't notice that Huo Yelin's car had come back and was parked quietly in front of the cemetery's gate.

He opened the door and got out of the car. He was dressed in a black suit, wearing sunglasses, and holding a fresh flower in one hand. He walked up the stairs at a leisurely pace.

Zhao Yilin wiped the tombstone clean and stared blankly at the photo of Qi Xiaoyan. They both had the same face, but they all had different souls. Huo Yelin was like fire, and Qi Xiaoyan was like water. From now on, she would no longer confuse them.

"Xiao Yan, you will definitely blame me, right? Blame me for not keeping my promise, blame me for taking him for you. "

"I'm sorry. I once said that I would be your wife and fulfill your wish. However, I lost my heart."

Zhao Yilin kept wiping away her tears, but they kept falling off and on. Qi Xiaoyan's smile could no longer be seen.

"I... "Shouldn't I accompany you to your death? Shouldn't I abandon you and escape? Xiao Yan, if you can answer, just let me know, okay?"

Suddenly, footsteps sounded in her ears. Zhao Yilin turned around in surprise, thinking Xiao Yan was the first one she heard.

Huo Yelin stopped in front of the tombstone. Seeing her tearful face and her lost soul, he reached out to take off his glasses and said, "I am Huo Yelin."

Zhao Yilin was stunned for a moment. Then, she turned around and wiped her tears away.

Huo Yelin placed the flower in the vase and stepped back, saying, "I'm Huo Yelin, Zhao Yelin's boyfriend. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Zhao Yilin was taken aback. She looked at him in disbelief.

"Mr. Qi, you saved him from the sea of fire. You did very well." "But, I'm not bad either. It's not convenient today, otherwise I can take off my clothes and show you my gunshot wound. I will do better than you in the future."

Hearing his words, Zhao Yilin stopped crying.

Huo Yelin gave a very serious bow, then placed his hand on the tombstone and said, "As a man, I understand your feelings. "But she is mine now. I hope you can let her go willingly."

Zhao Yilin stared at him blankly, thinking she had seen a ghost.

As Fang Xinying stood at the back, the lofty image of the young master of the Huo family collapsed in her heart.

Huo Yelin put on his sunglasses and held Zhao Yelin's hand.

Zhao Yilin quietly avoided him. Apparently, she didn't want to get close to him in front of Qi Xiaoyan.

Huo Yelin's eyes narrowed. He sighed helplessly and said, "How about this? I'll allow you to be his husband and wife in your next life to repay his kindness. This should be fine right?"

Zhao Yilin: "…"