Bai Jingrou was slightly startled by Li Hanxuan's words.
She lowered her head and drank all the soup in the bowl. When she raised her eyes again, there were tears of grievance in her eyes.
Performing aggrieved and pitiful performances has always been her specialty.
Bai Jingrou put down the bowls and chopsticks in her hands, and her tone became so choked that her voice was almost inaudible, "Han Xuan... I don't want to see you hurt by Lin Yiran again."
"What do you want to say."
Li Hanxuan stared straight ahead, his eyes cold.
His side face had sharp lines and a cold sense of alienation.
From the moment he woke up, everyone was deliberately avoiding him, not even wanting to mention the word Lin Yiran.
Li Hanxuan was already ready to ask Mu Yi why Lin Yiran disappeared. Even he had a serious car accident and did not see Lin Yiran appear.
Now, she didn't expect that Bai Jingrou would take the initiative to mention Lin Yiran due to his question.
He thought that he would never hear the words Lin Yiran from these people in his life.
Li Hanxuan raised his eyes and stared out the window.
Snowflakes were falling outside, and the scattered small snowflakes turned into snow when they fell to the ground.
Compared with the cold outside, the room where he and Bai Jingrou were alone was particularly deserted.
The food on the table is no longer steaming, and the uncovered casserole beside it is also cold.
Li Hanxuan frowned slightly. This meal was unpalatable, and Bai Jingrou's words made his face turn livid and he clenched his fists involuntarily.
In his only remaining memory, the Lin family had long gone bankrupt.
So where does Bai Jingrou's statement about not wanting Lin Yiran to hurt him come from?
Li Hanxuan subconsciously looked at Bai Jingrou, who was sitting opposite. The moment their eyes met, Bai Jingrou burst into tears.
Bai Jingrou pursed her lips tightly, looking like she was trying to endure it. She covered her ears with her hands and kept shaking her head.
She pretended to be helpless and closed her eyes in pain, "Han Xuan, don't ask anymore. I promised grandpa and the others that I can't tell you the truth, and I don't want you to get hurt..."
Li Hanxuan's face was unusually calm. He glanced at Bai Jingrou with a pair of sharp eyes, took out a few tissues and handed them over, "If you don't want to say it, you don't have to say it."
He doesn't like to impose things on others.
Since no one wanted to say anything or ask Lin Yiran in advance, he didn't want to ask any more questions.
Since he selectively forgets the past, it means that those forgotten memories are not important.
As long as he still remembers the Li Group, it has no impact on him.
He stood up and walked to the coffee machine, raised his hand and pressed the brew button.
After a while, the aroma of coffee spread in the room.
Bai Jingrou slowly turned her head and looked at the man in front of her carefully.
He lowered his head slightly, his outline flickering in and out. Only when he occasionally raised his head could he see his profile with cold brows.
There were still a few tears in the corners of Bai Jingrou's eyes that refused to fall.
I don't know if she was deliberately controlling these rare tears, or if she couldn't cry anymore and couldn't squeeze these few precious tears out of the corners of her eyes.
The hands she placed under the table were clenched into fists, and she was extremely conflicted, not knowing whether she should speak.

Chapter completed!