As for whether Hang Suisui likes Yin Huaizhu, Qin Yu thinks she probably does.

Otherwise, why would a girl live under the same roof with a man she doesn't like?

Qin Yu's thoughts were very straightforward.

Yin Huaizhu ran his fingertips across his forehead, resting them on his temples, and said in a deep voice, "I love her."

It's not just liking, it's love.

It's even more deadly than liking someone.

This love came so intensely, so intensely, that it was irresistible.

It's like a powerful force that binds people tightly, making it impossible for them to break free.

Even he, who was usually incredibly self-disciplined, couldn't control himself.

After a month of calm, Yin Huaizhu realized that this was an emotion that seemed to have penetrated deep into her bones and become part of her soul.

It's so painful it's impossible to tear you apart.

"I thought..." Qin Yu hesitated, unable to finish her sentence.

Yin Huaizhu looked up at her calmly, "What did you think?"

"Although I don't know what happened to her that brought her back to life and made her like this," Qin Yu said truthfully, biting her lip. "But no matter what, she is still my sister, and I hope Fifth Master can treat her seriously."

It's not just about treating her well, it's about treating her seriously.

Is it because you're afraid he's just playing around?

Yin Huaizhu's face darkened. "Do I look like that kind of person?"

He can be insincere with anyone, but he can't wait to open his heart to Hang Suisui.

Qin Yu saw the deep sincerity in Yin Huaizhu's eyes.

"I'm sorry, Fifth Master," Qin Yu quickly bowed his head and apologized.

Yin Huaizhu took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down, "Don't say that again."

He gazed out the window into the distance: "I could never wrong anyone, not her. My life belongs to her..."

Qin Yu looked up, his eyes filled with shock.