Chapter 633

Ling Yiran sipped one mouthful after another, allowing the feeling of lightness to surround her.

Yi Jinli drank with her and poured more for her each time her glass became empty.

"Sometimes, I find fate funny, Jin," murmured Ling Yiran, swirling the wine in the glass.

"What do you mean?" he asked.

"You see, the evidence in my case all pointed at me back then, and I couldn't argue against it. During those three years in prison, I spent every day thinking about what the truth of the case was, about who wanted to frame me, and how much trouble it would take to get all these witnesses and evidence to point at me..."

Ling Yiran laughed at herself as she said, "I even suspected everyone around me. I wondered who it could be and who would have such a grudge against me."

Her words entered his ear one by one. They felt like a sledgehammer hitting his heart so hard that he felt his heart throb in pain.

She lifted her chin slightly toward him and said with a smile, "You know what, Jin? I n