Chapter 1289
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Qiao Yanze's expression didn't change at all. His dark eyes stared at her without the slightest ripple of emotion.
Only the cigarette butt on his fingertips, which had been pinched out of shape by him, revealed his emotions.
After a while, he chuckled and said, "Do you want to know the results of the test?"
Li Yinian looked at the ground and said, "You'd better not do it. If someone finds out, it'll be a storm even if you don't care. There's no need for that, and there's no point. "
"There's no point?" Qiao Yanze sounded indescribable. "So, the fact that we were together doesn't mean anything to you? I thought you wouldn't feel ashamed if we weren't related by blood. "
Li Yinian's eyes heated up. She bit her lips but didn't retort.
She suddenly realized that she didn't know how to face this man at this moment. His every word was pulling at her fragile nerves, making her want to escape, escape far away.
She thought that perhaps Qiao Yanze was right.
Too much sacrifice and forbearance had exhausted her strength. Perhaps she still cared about him, but she didn't know how to love him anymore.
"Qiao Yanze," she finally said in a low voice, "Our past isn't a shame to me. No matter what the outcome is, I'm very grateful to you and I'm very glad … If it weren't for you, I would probably still be a canary in a cage, but … "
At this point, she suddenly bit her lips and tried hard to restrain the sobs in her throat.
However … fate played tricks on people.
Qiao Yanze looked at her quietly for a long time.
He suddenly started walking towards her.
Li Yinian's eyelashes fluttered, but she resisted the urge to run away. She stiffened her body and let him stand in front of her. Then …
He reached out and pulled her into his arms.
The hug was tight enough, but it was also warm enough without any ambiguity.
The sourness in her heart almost drowned her. She closed her eyes and let her tears flow.
She was surprised that her feelings hadn't been completely sealed off. She still felt indignant and reluctant, but …
But so what?
Perhaps only with such a purely comforting embrace could she allow herself to rely on and ask for.
Qiao Yanze put his hand on her back, but he resisted the urge to caress her.
The man's eyes were bloodshot. His breathing was heavy, but he tried his best to slow it down.
She barely made a sound, but Qiao Yanze could tell that she was crying from the wetness on her shoulder.
Qiao Yanze let go of her slightly and cupped her face.
The woman turned her face away awkwardly, as if she didn't want him to see how fragile she was. However, Qiao Yanze moved closer to her and pressed his thin lips against hers.
Her eyes widened instantly. She didn't know if she should push him away. Luckily, he didn't kiss her. Instead, he stopped at her lips.
But this distance was ambiguous enough. The man's dark eyes stared at her, his heavy and slow breathing on her face. The scorching heat seemed to seep into her skin, scalding her heart.
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