On An Ye's side, after Leng Huaijin hung up the phone, Jiang Nianwan angrily smashed the phone on the floor, completely forgetting that it was Leng Ye's phone.
After I realized what was happening, I hurriedly picked it up. Fortunately, this phone was specially made and was sturdy enough.
"I'm sorry, I lost control a little bit."
Leng Ye took the phone, looked at her deeply and said, "It's okay, this phone is resistant to drops."
Jiang Nianwan was amused by his words, and her irritable mood improved a little: "I didn't expect you to be so humorous."
Leng Ye smiled noncommittally and reached out to tuck her scarf into place.
"It's windy. Come inside. If you get sick, there will be no one to take care of your sister."
Jiang Nianwan smiled bitterly and did not enter the house immediately. Instead, she looked at Leng Ye and asked, "Leng Ye, tell me, am I acting like a beggar by begging him to come see me like this?"
Leng Ye looked at her steadily for a few seconds, then reached out and held her in his arms: "You are not wrong."
Suddenly falling into a warm and broad embrace, Jiang Nianwan finally couldn't hold back and burst into tears in his arms.
"But he's not wrong, right? Are you still going to say this? Are you still going to say that Leng Huaijin is not wrong either."
"Whose fault is that? Leng Huaichen is dead, but my sister can't come back either. Why, why is it like this? My sister just wants to live a good life. Just because she missed someone she loved when she was young, does that mean she will be doomed forever?"
"Leng Ye, tell me why, why is my sister the only one who suffers?"
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