Chapter 475
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She learned to kill time on her own, to use it for other things when no one else was around.
She learned to cook, learned to make desserts, learned to make sugar, learned to embroider.
She devoted her time to these things, which made her feel at peace.
It was just that after being calm for a long time, she had also forgotten how to have emotions.
Jian Yiling didn't know what else she could do when she was sad. Other than quietly waiting for the sadness to dissipate on its own, what else could she do?
"Yiling …" Zhai Yunsheng stammered as he looked at Jian Yiling's lowered face. Something touched his heart and his entire body softened.
Reaching out his hand, he wanted to wipe away the sadness between her brows.
She had never shown her emotions.
It wasn't that she didn't have any emotions, but she was used to this state.
Zhai Yunsheng asked: "Then, do you feel happy when I treat you well?"
"Mhmm …" Jian Yiling replied.
"Does that mean you won't be sad if I'm not angry?"
"Mhmm …" Jian Yiling replied.
Zhai Yunsheng's hand gently stroked Jian Yiling's hair.
She cared about him.
She cared about him.
It was just that she didn't know how to express this feeling that wasn't related to her by blood.
It was as if she was born without a mind.
But she had feelings for him.
Although it might not be love, she cared about him. She truly cared about him.
Zhai Yunsheng said to Jian Yiling, "Silly girl, I'm not angry anymore."
"I'm not stupid," Jian Yiling replied.
"Mhmm, you're not stupid. I'm stupid," Zhai Yunsheng replied.
Although his little thing still didn't know much about feelings, there was no hurry. As long as she slowly began to care about it, he could slowly teach her the rest.
Zhai Yunsheng gently held Jian Yiling's small hand in his palm.
His broad and thick palms wrapped around Jian Yiling's small hands.
Her small hands were soft and white, without a single wound.
This was the part of her body that Jian Yiling cared about the most. When someone hit her, she would rather let them hit her in the face than take the hit with her hand.
Because her hand was what kept her alive. She couldn't let her hand get hurt.
"Do you hate it?" Zhai Yunsheng asked.
Jian Yiling shook her head. She didn't hate his hands touching her.
"What about the others?"
"Grandma won't, second brother won't, and Yujie won't. I haven't tried anything else. "
Jian Yiling began to count.
Zhai Yunsheng's grip on Jian Yiling's hand tightened.
He wanted to hold on to her tightly and not let go.
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Beijing, the Zhai family.
At this moment, Master Zhai was in a good mood.
Because he had just confirmed something, something that would make him smile even in his dreams.
At this time, Zhai Yunsheng returned home.
When Master Zhai saw Zhai Yunsheng sitting in the living room, he chuckled: "Oh, you brat. You're finally willing to come back?"
After Master Zhai finished asking his question, he noticed that Zhai Yunsheng's expression was solemn.
He was clearly drinking water, but there was a sense of melancholy and sorrow as if he was drinking wine.
Upon hearing this, Master Zhai's expression immediately changed: "What's wrong? What's the matter? "
"How long can I live?" Zhai Yunsheng asked. He did not look at Master Zhai. Instead, he looked into the distance.
"What nonsense are you asking? Of course you can live for a hundred years! "
"I'm being serious," Zhai Yunsheng replied.
He hadn't paid much attention to his physical condition all these years.
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