There is no need for glamorous red or dazzling blue, gentle pink is just right.

Lin Yiran's eyes fell on the sofa in the living room. She raised her fingertips and carefully touched the sofa in front of her.

It was not the new set of sofas that Gong Meimei bought later, but the set of sofas that Lin Yiran's mother liked the most.

Gong Meimei's golden sofa was replaced with her mother's previous style.

Looking at the warm and elegant sofa in front of her, as well as all the previous classical and elegant designs, Lin Yiran finally couldn't hold back the tears in her eyes.

Just for a moment, the tears in his eyes fell down from the corners of his eyes.

Here, there is no trace of Gong Meimei and Gao Rourou's life...

"I found a family photo in your room. The furniture and decoration here have been changed according to the family photo. It's just that I can't see the parts in the photo. I really can't help it..." Li Hanxuan's voice

Very lightly, he walked to the TV cabinet, squatted down and picked up the family photo on the cabinet.

When handing the family photo to Lin Yiran, he stuffed a tissue into her hand.

He wanted to take the woman in front of him into his arms and comfort her loss and helplessness.

The moment he raised his hand, Li Hanxuan still hesitated, and finally chose to put his hand down.

Li Hanxuan felt sorry for the woman in front of him.

"This will be your and Lin Xikai's home from now on." Li Hanxuan raised his eyes and looked at Lin Yiran deeply, his voice was still very soft, as if he was worried that too loud a voice would completely break the fragile Lin Yiran.

Lin Yiran pursed her lips and shook her head: "You bought it, of course it's yours."

She knows how to measure.

Lin's old house was bought by Li Hanxuan and had nothing to do with her.

If it's not her own, Lin Yiran won't want it.

He had long guessed Lin Yiran's attitude, and it was just as he expected, so Lin Yiran simply refused.

Li Hanxuan smiled faintly, took the family portrait from Lin Yiran's hand, and put it back on the cabinet again: "I bought it for Lin Xikai. You don't need to say more about the rest."

Lin Yiran looked at her empty palms and sighed: "Can I go upstairs and take a look?"

Li Hanxuan put down the family portrait, turned his back to Lin Yiran and shrugged: "Of course."

He watched Lin Yiran go upstairs and walked to the kitchen to prepare a simple meal.

Fortunately, before coming, he contacted his aunt in advance and bought groceries and delivered them to him, which relieved his urgent need.

Lin Yiran tiptoed up the stairs, walked to the corner, and saw her room.

She frowned and took back her hand on the doorknob.

When Gao Rourou took a fancy to her room and took away everything she owned, she almost forgot that her and Gao Rourou's rooms had been swapped.

Just out of habit, Lin Yiran almost walked into the wrong room.

Her eyes were gradually buried in tears, and her vision was blurred, so she chose to stop.

Lin Yiran, who was leaning against the wall, slowly fell down and sat half-crouched under the wall, suppressing her voice and crying until she couldn't stop crying.

Her eyes were fixed on the open door of the study room, where her father seemed to be sitting at the desk.

In this spacious study room, her parents are there, as well as her when she was a child.

"Yiran, are you okay?" Li Hanxuan's voice came from the living room. He hadn't heard Lin Yiran's voice for a long time. Li Hanxuan was worried.

Lin Yiran stood up and wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes with the back of her hand, and responded in a suppressed voice: "Yes. I'm fine."

She looked at the empty study and shook her head.

No matter how old you are or how strong you are, when you are lonely and helpless, you will become a child who misses your mother.

Lin Yiran sighed softly, touched the tip of her red and swollen nose from crying, stretched out her hand and put it on the door handle...


Chapter completed!