Watching the marriage contract burn to ashes in the ashtray, Duan Yanran couldn't help bursting into tears. She no longer had any relatives left, only a younger sister. Even her grandfather couldn't be trusted, her second uncle and younger aunt were around, but still, she felt no sense of security.
Duan Yanran, now looking at those so-called relatives, saw not kinship, but strangeness. Only when Ling Tianyu was by her side did she know what safety felt like.
"Tianyu, I love you." Duan Yanran didn't wipe away the tears on her face, and passionately kissed him. Ling Tianyu was completely caught off guard, but he truly enjoyed the sensation of their kiss.
The bad mood that had been caused by Feng Jiayin vanished in an instant. Sometimes, he really discovered that Duan Yanran was his source of happiness. When he was unhappy, one kiss from her would scatter all his gloom away.