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Xia Yumo never thought that Ye Jinran would take her to a dilapidated village in the suburbs.

Looking from a distance, all the dilapidated and low houses came into view, and even the roads were very muddy.

Only when you get closer can you find those low and dilapidated houses. The house does not see sunlight all year round, dark and humid, the wall skin has long since peeled off, the walls are uneven, and the fence as tall as a person seems to be collapsing.

Even though the place where Xia Yumo lived was not very rich, it was not so dilapidated.

But what made her feel even more strange was, how did a pampered young master like Ye Jinran know about this kind of place?And what was his purpose in bringing her here?

Just as Xia Yumo was secretly wondering and doubting in her heart, Ye Jinran spoke suddenly.

"It's very strange! I would bring you to this kind of place!" Ye Jinran turned her head and glanced at Xia Yumo, with complex emotions in her eyes that others could not understand.

"En." Xia Yumo nodded honestly, and her expression became heavier than ever before.

"Actually—this is the place where I lived for eight years when I was a child." Ye Jinran told Xia Yumo his past without any hesitation.

It's just because he knows Xia Yumo and knows that she is not the kind of girl who loves vanity, so what's the point of telling her?

Xia Yumo looked at Ye Jinran, her bright eyes filled with shock.

It was really hard for her to imagine that a boy exuding aristocratic temperament spent his childhood in this kind of place.

"Yumo, in fact, the six of us are not as glamorous as you appear on the surface. Our childhood was really... unsightly." Ye Jinran thought for a long time, but finally used this idiom to describe it .

"I..." Xia Yumo's mood was extremely complicated at the moment, she really didn't know what to say to Ye Jinran.

Should she comfort him?But isn't his childhood already over?Should she pity him?But he's doing better than anyone else now, isn't he?

So, Xia Yumo really didn't know what attitude she should use to face Ye Jinran.

Ye Jinran could probably guess what was going on in Xia Yumo's mind through the complex and tangled expression on Xia Yumo's face, so he stretched out his hand and stroked her hair, then said softly to her: " Yumo, those things have already passed, haven’t they? I feel very lucky! I actually met you when I was seventeen or eighteen.”

"I'm... very lucky too." Xia Yumo lowered her head and whispered a little embarrassedly.

"Hehe, I'm so happy to hear you say that." Ye Jinran's cold black eyes gradually softened, and a warm smile bloomed on his face that he had never seen before.