Chapter 475 Holding the Hand

She learned to spend time on her own, and to use her time for other things when no one was around.

She learned how to cook, how to make desserts, how to make sugar, and how to embroider.

She puts her time into these things, and it makes her feel at peace.

It's just that after being calm for a long time, she also forgot how to have emotions.

Jian Yiling didn't know that when she was sad, what else could she do other than quietly wait for the sadness to dissipate by itself.

"Xiao Ling..." Zhai Yuncheng looked at Jian Yiling's drooping little face, something touched his heart, and his whole heart softened.

He stretched out his hand, trying to wipe away the sadness between her brows.

She never showed her emotions.

It's not really emotionless, it's just that she's used to this state.

Zhai Yunsheng asked Jian Yiling, "Does that mean you are happy because I treat you well?"

"Hmm..." Jian Yiling didn't deny it.

"Does that mean you won't be sad if I'm not angry?"

"Hmm..." Jian Yiling admitted frankly.

Zhai Yunsheng's hand gently brushed Jian Yiling's hair.

She cares about him.

She cares about him.

It's just that she doesn't know how to express this feeling that has no blood relationship with her.

She seemed to be born without a mind.

But she has feelings for him.

Although it may not be love, but she cares about him, really cares about him.

Zhai Yunsheng said to Jian Yiling: "Little fool, I'm not angry anymore."

"I'm not stupid." Jian Yiling retorted.

"Well, you're not stupid, I'm stupid." Zhai Yunsheng admitted.

Although his little thing doesn't understand feelings very well, don't worry, as long as she has slowly started to care, he can teach her slowly in the future.

Zhai Yunsheng gently held Jian Yiling's little hand in his own.

The broad male palm can wrap Jian Yiling's small hand well.

The little hands were soft and white, without any wounds.

This is the body part that Jian Yiling cares about the most. When someone hits her, she would rather let someone hit her in the face than pick it up with her hands.

Because her hands are the capital of her survival, she can't let her hands get hurt.

"Do you hate it?" Zhai Yunsheng asked Jian Yiling.

Jian Yiling shook her head, she didn't hate his hand touching hers.

"What about the others?"

"Grandma won't, second brother won't, brother Yujie won't. I haven't tried anything else."

Jian Yiling counted them in detail.

Zhai Yunsheng kept tightening the palm of Jian Yiling's small hand.

He wanted to just hold on to it so tightly that he wouldn't let go.

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Capital, Zhai's family.

Mr. Zhai is in the right mood at the moment.

Because he has just confirmed one thing, one that is enough to make him wake up from a dream with a smile.

It happened that Zhai Yunsheng returned home at this time.

Seeing Zhai Yunsheng sitting in the living room, Mr. Zhai said cheerfully, "Oh, brat, are you willing to come back?"

After the old man Zhai asked, he found that Zhai Yunsheng's face was silent and his eyes were deep.

The drink is obviously water, but there is a melancholy feeling of drinking.

Mr. Zhai's complexion turned bad immediately, "What's wrong? Is there something wrong?"

"How long can I live?" Zhai Yunsheng asked, instead of looking at Mr. Zhai, he looked into the distance.

"What nonsense are you asking? Of course you can live a long life!"

"I'm serious." Zhai Yunsheng's tone was very serious.

He hasn't paid close attention to his physical condition in these years.