Jing Yiran was astonished. He took Lu's supple hands in his own and mumbled. "I am a bad guy, everyone thinks that I am a bad guy. Why do you treat me so nicely?"
His voice was incoherent, but Lu could hear better than others. So she caught each word clearly.
"I think that you are nice. Compared to me, you are less evil. In some way, we belong to the same category of people."
Having said the words, Lu got off the bed, found her clothes and went to change in the bathroom.
Lying in the bed, Jing Yiran's heart stirred.
If he kept fighting against Jing Yichen, Lu would surely lose the Jing Family's protection and her enemies will keep coming after her. In that way, she would not have a steady life at all.
But was he going to give up all the loath and hatred for her?
Even if Jing Yichen had not killed Zhang Rong, he had killed him, except that he was lucky enough not to die.
