"As long as I, Lin Aoran, am here, I will protect you for the rest of your life." Lin Aoran looked at the man in front of him who did not turn long, and slowly backed away.
"Is it worth it for you to do this for him? Aoran, why..." When Zhao Jinyu watched the man's coffin being delivered to him, he could no longer suppress the heart-rending sadness.
Ten years ago. . . . . .
"I saved a person today, a noble person." The young Lin Aoran looked at his senior brother with a proud face.
"Qianzhi, do you know that if you save him, it means you are on his side?"
"The eldest son of the Lin family is interesting..."