Chapter Four Hundred and Five
Liao Yun heard his words, and her expression became somewhat solemn, sensing the hint of sadness and a trace of sorrow in his tone. Having heard his words, Liao Yun didn't say anything, and it was a long time before she finally sighed.
She pondered before speaking, "Do you plan to keep hiding it forever? She has always been sensible. If she knew about what happened back then, she would surely not blame you. Didn't he also refuse to acknowledge you?"
"We'll talk about this matter later..." If he carelessly told her now, he truly feared that she might hate him. He still needed to find the right time to tell her.
Liao Yun sighed, she could understand this situation; now was indeed not a good time.
"There will always be a chance..." After saying this, Liao Yun herself felt it was somewhat feeble; who knew when that chance would come...
Lin Jingyun smiled, indicating that he didn't really mind this matter, "It's fine now..."
