Can you please call me sister?
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Ling Luoyin's face changed, and Ling Guozhi's hand landed harshly on Ling Yiran's cheek.
"What are you talking about? You caused a fatal accident, went to jail, and brought shame upon our family. You have no future prospects left. Do you now want to ruin your sister's future as well?" Ling Guozhi scolded.
His eyes were full of disgust for his daughter. Back then, when his family climbed into the Xiao family's circle, he enjoyed a certain level of prestige among relatives and friends. But afterward, he had lost all face!
Ling Yiran's cheek burned where his hand had struck, but her gaze remained calm, as if she didn't care at all.
"I only came to offer incense to Mother, but now it seems unnecessary. There's no need for me to step foot in this place again." After saying this, Ling Yiran turned and left her former home.
This "home" no longer held any place for her.
When Ling Yiran returned to her rental room, it was dark, the lights off. When she turned on the light, she was greeted by a cold and quiet emptiness.
It was obvious at a glance that there was no one in the room.
Had Ajin left? Her heart suddenly felt a little empty. In the end, she was still alone!
Ling Yiran let out a bitter laugh. She was about to close the door when she froze upon seeing a figure slowly approaching her.
It was Ajin!
He was still wearing the same worn-out clothes from yesterday, holding a bag in his hand. His thick bangs almost covered the upper half of his face, making it almost impossible to see his features clearly. But she knew, beneath that fringe, was a face that could captivate anyone.
Was this person really a homeless man?
Actually, she and him were not familiar at all. She didn't even know anything about him. Yet she still took him in. She knew she was being impulsive and it might be dangerous, but... she couldn't suppress the thought.
Perhaps, humans were ultimately social animals.
"I'm back," his cold, indifferent voice sounded, but it seemed like the most melodious music.
She suddenly felt a lump in her throat. "I... I thought you weren't coming back."
He stared at her. "Just went out to buy something."
She quickly stepped aside, pulled him into the room, closed the door, and then saw the two snow-white steamed buns in the bag he was holding.
She smiled gently, feeling a sense of relief washing over her.
"We'll eat together later, but before that, I... want to offer incense to my mother. Today is the anniversary of her death." Ling Yiran took out the red candle and incense she had bought on the way, as well as a photo frame.
In the frame was a black and white photo of a woman who looked to be around 30, with a gentle and graceful demeanor.
She lit the candle and incense, held the incense respectfully, and bowed three times to the photo.
"Mother, I'm starting a new life now. I'm doing well. I have a job that can support myself, and my income is enough to live on. You can rest assured. And in the future, I'll only be doing better..."
Easy Jinli stood aside, watching the woman in front of him with a smile on her lips, but her eyes were filled with a hint of moisture. The candlelight mixed with the light from the lamp cast a mixed light and shadow on her face, both bright and dim.
Her willow-shaped eyebrows, delicate nose, and pink lips were just the right thickness. She was not bad-looking, but Easy Jinli had seen too many beautiful women. His former fiancee, Hao Meiyu, was a rare beauty.
To Easy Jinli, Ling Yiran was just average.
He had seen her profile and knew today was the anniversary of her mother's death. But was a woman who had just been released from prison, working as a street sweeper, really doing well?
"And now, there's someone living with me." Her voice continued softly, and then she turned to look at him, her almond eyes calm and serene, yet filled with infinite joy.
It was as if his presence was fulfilling to her. And then, for a moment, she turned back to the photo in the frame. "So, I'm really doing well, Mother. You can rest assured."
After saying this, she respectfully bowed three times again before placing the incense, then stood quietly, looking at the photo in the frame.
About 15 minutes passed, and the incense burned out. Ling Yiran then blew out the candle and turned to Easy Jinli. "Alright, let me tidy up a bit and then cook some soup. We'll have dinner together."
"Mm," he responded.
She quickly tidied up, then took an egg and a tomato from the refrigerator, quickly making egg and tomato soup. They each had a bun for dinner.
"Oh, Ajin, what did you do before?" Ling Yiran asked as she ate.
"Whatever there was to do. If there was work, I did it. If there wasn't, I would find a place to rest." He replied.
Rest? Like sitting motionless on the street yesterday? He must have endured a lot of hardships. Otherwise, how many people would sit on the roadside on a cold winter night?
"How old are you?" she asked again.
"27," he said.
"We're the same age." She was surprised. "When were you born?"
"November."
"I'm July, so I'm a few months older than you," Ling Yiran said. "Since neither of us has any family, why don't you call me Big Sister from now on? I'll treat you like a little brother?"
"Big Sister?" He chuckled softly. No one had ever dared to call him Ajin's big sister before. This woman, however, shamelessly wanted to be his big sister?
If she knew who he was, would she still dare to say such things?
But perhaps it was precisely because she didn't know, that it was interesting.
"Is that okay?" Her eyes dimmed.
When her mother died, she was only 3 years old. She only knew that her mother had died in a miscarriage, and that the child, she had heard from the elders in the family, had been six months old, a boy, who unfortunately only lived for 10 minutes.
If that boy had lived, he would have been her brother, right? Perhaps she wouldn't be so lonely now!
"Are you sure you really want to be my big sister?" His voice suddenly rang out.
She raised her head abruptly, meeting his beautiful peach blossom eyes after his bangs. They were clear and clear, yet somehow felt like a misty fog.
"Yeah," she replied.
"But I'm homeless, I have no fixed job, and I can barely support myself. Why do you want to be my big sister?"
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