Although it's not fair to Linglan, this world is not where Linglan exists.
"Boss, who do you choose?"
Murong Jin chuckled, "What do you think?"
"I know you will choose Di Junlan now, but Linglan also has a place in your heart, right? It's just that you are not sure if it is feelings for him. But it's best if you don't spend time with him now."
Murong Jin admitted that she did feel compassion for that child.
But Bai Lingzi's words made her wonder if he knew something.
"What if we choose Linglan?"
Bai Lingzi stared directly at her: "Di Junlan will die."
He finally understood why Di Junlan's body had been inexplicably weak since birth.
It turns out there was another him, who was also born into this world.
It made his soul unstable and his body weak.
The eldest brother's constant presence by Di Junlan's side nourishes his soul.
The main body of this world is Emperor Junlan, and the secondary body is Linglan, so naturally the main body takes precedence.
The words "Di Junlan will die" struck Murong Jin's heart like a sudden, inexplicable stab.
It hurts, a pain that seems to penetrate to the very marrow of my bones.
Bai Lingzi noticed her strange expression and asked, "Boss?"
Murong Jin regained her composure and replied, "Mm."
If Linglan chooses Junlan, what will happen to her?
"Nothing will happen."
"good."
Although there are many things she doesn't know, she has seen Bai Lingzi in three lifetimes.
A dark glint flashed in his eyes.
He began to have some guesses about his own identity.
Bai Lingzi stayed for dinner. "Young Master, your cooking is so delicious!"
It was the same as before, except that back then the eldest brother treated him like a child, without any romantic feelings.
Only Junlan would do something as desperate as trading one's life for another.
However, this also proves that the boss did have those feelings for him.
On the contrary, the eldest brother said he just felt it was strange.
The strange feeling indicates that Junlan is different in the boss's heart.
In his previous life, the eldest brother's feelings for Junlan included a sense of responsibility and a degree of affection, but it wasn't the kind of love that was 100% for Junlan.
Could this be because the eldest brother once cultivated the Path of Ruthlessness?
"Mr. Bai."
Bai Lingzi realized what was happening and said, "Ah, I'm sorry."
Di Junlan looked at him and said, "Um, there's still rice left."
That way, you don't have to put your head in the bowl.
Bai Lingzi blushed. "Oh."
That's so embarrassing.
They ate and then left.
After everyone left, Di Junlan sat in a chair and looked at the person in front of the desk.
"Sister, what does Mr. Bai want to see you about?"
Murong Jin remained expressionless: "Some work-related issues?"
"I see."
Although he didn't know what they were talking about, Bai Lingzi's gaze had been somewhat evasive ever since she appeared today.
That feeling and that look didn't disappear until I left the study.
This indicates that their discussion was about him.
But since my sister doesn't want to talk about it, I won't ask any more questions.
At night, everyone slept in their own rooms.
Murong Jin never dreams, but tonight she had a vague dream.
"elder sister."
There are some red patterns in the blue pupils, which are faintly embellishing the blue edges.
He had long hair that reached his waist, and his eyes were clean and clear as he looked at her.
What is Alan going to do today?
Boy: "I'm making food for my sister."
The two got along well, and Murong Jin inside still had a cold expression, which was probably true.
Only when she sees people running and playing in the flowerbeds will a smile unconsciously appear in her eyes, a change she herself is unaware of.
The scene shifts to the boy grabbing her sleeve, kneeling on the ground, asking, "Sister, have you never liked me?"
The woman's expression was cold. "No, you shouldn't have developed such feelings for me."
After turning away, the boy sat there and cried silently.
The scene changed again. The boy, dressed in a black robe, with blood at the corner of his mouth, collapsed in the woman's arms. His voice was weak, yet still gentle, "Murong Jin, if there is an afterlife, could you love me a little?"
Then, with reddened eyes and a wronged expression, he looked at the woman and gradually disappeared into the air.
...
The moment he opened his eyes, Murong Jin's eyes still held a hint of coldness and murderous intent.
He shook his head and looked at the clock.
6:05 AM.
A strange dream.
Yet it was a dream that could disturb her peace of mind.
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