Xia Ling’s mommy asked, “Yingluo, do you like Ye Lin?”?
Xuan Yingluo turned around and looked at her mommy. She took Gu Yilin’s English coat off her shoulder and held it in her arms. “Mommy, Don’t talk nonsense.”
“Yingluo, if you like him, then you like him. What’s there to be embarrassed about? I’m your Mommy. You and Ye Lin have been childhood sweethearts. Ye Lin is the favored son of the heavens. He has a gentlemanly and noble bloodline in his blood, and he treats his feelings seriously and purely. I like Ye Lin very much. I even asked sister Mo'er about it just now. Sister Mo'er also likes you very much and wants you to marry into the Gu family.”
Xuan Yingluo trembled a little. Yes, she and Gu Yilin had been childhood sweethearts. However, they were not childhood sweethearts. He, Xi Yao, and Sihan were childhood sweethearts.
In his heart, they were all Little Sisters. That was all.
