Chapter 1289

Qiao Yanze's expression did not change. His dark eyes stared at her without blinking, without any ripples.

Only the cigarette butt at his fingertips, which was deformed by his pinch, revealed his emotions.

After a while, he suddenly laughed softly: "Do you want to know the results of the identification?"

Li Yinian looked at the ground, his tone mechanical and empty: "You'd better not go for the identification. ... If it is discovered, even if you don't care, it will be a storm. ... There is no need for this, and it has no meaning."

"No meaning?" Qiao Yanze's tone was somewhat difficult to explain, "So, the fact that we were together in the past has no meaning to you? I thought that if we were not related by blood, you would at least not feel ashamed."

Li Yinian's eyes were hot, and she bit her lip hard, but did not refute.

She suddenly realized that at this moment she didn't know how to face this man. His every word was pulling her fragile nerves, making her want to escape, escape far away.

She thought, maybe Qiao Yanze was right.

Too much sacrifice and forbearance had exhausted her strength. Maybe she still cares about him, but she doesn't know how to love him anymore.

"Qiao Yanze." She finally spoke softly, "Our past is not a shame to me. No matter what the result is, I am very grateful to you and very fortunate... If it weren't for you, I would probably still be a canary in a cage, but..."

At this point, she bit her lips tightly and tried to suppress the sob in her throat.

It's just... fate is playing tricks on people.

Qiao Yanze looked at her quietly for a long, long time.

He suddenly walked towards her.

Li Yinian's eyelashes trembled slightly, but she still restrained the urge to escape. She stiffened her body and let him stand in front of her, and then...

He reached out and held her in his arms.

This hug was tight enough, but also warm enough, without any ambiguous elements.

The bitterness in her heart almost drowned her in an instant, and she closed her eyes and let the tears rage.

She was surprised that her feelings had not been completely closed. It turned out that she still felt unwilling and reluctant, but...

But what about it.

Perhaps only with such a purely comforting embrace can she indulge herself to rely on and ask for things.

Qiao Yanze put his hand on her back, but he restrained the urge to caress her.

The man's eyes also turned red, and his breathing was heavy, but he tried his best to suppress it slowly.

She almost didn't cry out, but the wetness of her shoulders made Qiao Yanze clearly know that she was crying at this time.

Qiao Yanze let go of her slightly and held her face with his hands.

The woman turned her face away in a somewhat embarrassed manner, as if she didn't want him to see her fragile appearance, but Qiao Yanze approached her, and pressed his thin lips down and got closer and closer to her lips.

Her pupils widened instantly, and she didn't know whether she should push him away, but fortunately, he didn't kiss her, but stopped at her lips.

But this distance was also ambiguous enough, the man's black eyes stared at her, and his heavy and slow breathing sprayed on her face, and the scorching temperature seemed to penetrate through her skin and burn her heart.

"Qiao..." She had just opened her mouth to say a word when the man stretched out a finger and pressed it on her lips.