Give a shelter
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Ling Yiran said, "If we continue fighting, someone will end up dead."
"So what?" Yi Jinli lowered his head, coldly glaring at Ling Yiran, who was struggling to get up from the ground.
Ling Yiran was taken aback. It was only at this moment that she truly saw the man in front of her.
He had a beautiful face—straight nose, thin and shapely lips. His features were exquisite, but at this moment, his face was devoid of any expression.
Beneath his fringe, his peach blossom eyes seemed lifeless, as if human life meant nothing to him. He didn't care about the lives of others, nor did he care about his own life!
Ling Yiran took a deep breath. "It's not worth getting in trouble for someone like you."
He stared at her in silence. After a moment, he released his grip. Sun Tengyang felt as if he had been given a new lease on life. Without caring about his bloodied face, he quickly got into the car with the woman and fled.
In the car, Sun Tengyang gritted his teeth and said, "Once I find someone, I'll make sure that guy pays!"
The woman who had been silent all along suddenly contracted her pupils, remembering why the man seemed familiar to her.
She had seen him from afar at a banquet before. That man was...
"It's Yi Jinli, the richest man in Deep City! How is that possible?!" Sun Tengyang's expression was as if he had seen a ghost.
"But... he really looks like Yi Jinli," the woman said timidly.
The two looked at each other, their faces pale...
Ling Yiran looked at the man in front of her and said hesitantly, "Thank you for earlier."
The man didn't say anything, just walked to the other side and sat against the wall.
Isn't he going home? With the current weather, the temperature will drop to minus ten degrees at night. If he stays here tonight, who knows if he'll still be alive tomorrow morning?
Thinking that he had saved her in a way, Ling Yiran took a step towards him.
"Aren't you going back? Where's your family? Do you have a phone number to contact them? I can help you make a call and have your family pick you up." Standing in front of the man, Ling Yiran said.
He slowly raised his head, his eyes carrying a hint of lifelessness, then looked at her, but still didn't answer her question.
Ling Yiran suddenly felt a sense of profound silence.
In an instant, she seemed to see herself after her conviction.
Back then, everything was bleak for her. Even though she was alive, she was merely living without hope.
"If you have nowhere to go, then come with me," these words came out of her mouth.
Ling Yiran never thought that she would bring a stranger back to her place in a moment of impulse.
Perhaps it was because the man had saved her, or maybe... he made her see the person she used to be.
"This is where I live. If you don't mind, I'll lay down a mat for you to sleep on later." Ling Yiran said.
Seeing that he didn't respond, Ling Yiran took out a new towel and a new toothbrush and handed them to him.
"You can use the bathroom to freshen up, but I don't have clothes that fit you here. Don't wet your clothes later."
After the man went into the bathroom, Ling Yiran started to lay down the mat and took out a spare blanket.
The rented room was not big, about ten square meters, with a small toilet attached.
When the man came out, he was still wearing his original clothes, but his hair was wet, indicating that he had washed it.
Seeing the man's hair still dripping with water, Ling Yiran picked up a towel and said, "Bend down."
He looked at her intently.
"I just want to help you dry your hair. I mean no harm." She said, "With your hair wet like this, if it's not dried properly, you might catch a cold."
He looked at her intently for a while before saying, "Are you concerned about me?"
His clear voice was quite pleasant to the ears.
"Yes," Ling Yiran didn't avoid his gaze, "Since I brought you here, I don't want you to get sick."
Her eyelashes trembled slightly, and he slowly bent down.
Ling Yiran covered his hair with the towel and began to dry it. "What's your name?"
After a long silence, he finally uttered two words, "A Jin."
"A Jin." Ling Yiran pronounced the name. It must be a nickname, right? "I'm Ling Yiran. Where do you live? Where's your family?"
"I don't have a family," he said.
Her movements suddenly paused. Was he alone? Is that why he ended up on the streets?
As for her, although she had a family, she felt like she didn't. The only difference might be that she rented such a place to stay.
"It seems that we are quite similar," she smiled bitterly and continued to help him dry his hair.
After drying his hair, she put down the towel and combed his hair. When his fringe was swept back, revealing his full forehead, Ling Yiran realized that he was actually more handsome than she had originally thought.
His exquisite features, with deep and three-dimensional eyes rarely seen in Easterners, especially his eyes, which, at this moment, seemed to have a hint of inquiry as they looked at her, not as empty as before, but with a hint of curiosity.
"Are you hungry? I'll make something for you." She said. She hadn't seen him eat anything while sweeping the streets today.
Ling Yiran made a simple bowl of noodles with an egg using an electric stove.
"Here, eat up, but don't eat too fast, it might burn your mouth." She said.
He lowered his head and ate quietly.
Ling Yiran watched him quietly. Somehow, the loneliness she used to feel when she returned to her rented room seemed to have disappeared. Was it because there was one more person here?
After the man finished eating, Ling Yiran tidied up a bit. "I'll keep the light on when I sleep at night, hope you don't mind."
Since she was released from prison, she had developed the habit of sleeping with the light on.
The man responded.
Ling Yiran lay on the bed, and the man lay on the mat she had prepared on the floor.
She closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep. She didn't know why, but she was afraid of falling asleep.
Because whenever she fell asleep, she would always dream of the scenes from the past three years, those painful memories that made it hard for her to fall asleep...
Many times, she even thought she would die in that moldy place.
But strangely, she slept until dawn, without having the nightmares she usually did.
Ling Yiran looked at the figure lying on the floor beside the bed, somewhat dazed. Was it because of him? Because in this room, there wasn't just her alone, but another person... accompanying her?
She couldn't help but walk down from the bed, crouching down, almost involuntarily placing her hand on his cheek, feeling the warmth in her palm.
He was a real person, not her imagination. Last night, she had indeed brought a person into her rented room.
When she came to her senses, she found that he had woken up at some point, and those beautiful eyes were fixed on her.
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