Really"Her expression instantly became vibrant and radiant, brighter than on a sunny day.She shook her head, "My brother didn't tell me. I was just about to ask him when we last spoke on the phone, bu...He watched Fu Yan go upstairs, her back resolute. He couldn't help but sigh; she was truly a straightforward girl.

The rain continued throughout the night. Fu Yan suddenly woke up from her sleep, constantly thinking about when Ji Lin would wake up. Perhaps there were other things hidden in her heart, making it impossible to fall asleep again. She kept having recurring dreams.

She dreamt that the bridge leading to a famous mansion in Jinling collapsed, and countless vehicles plunged from the bridge into the river, swept away by the current.

That moment was so real. She opened her eyes, and for a second, she couldn't tell if it was the news she had heard or a dream. Instinctively, she got out of bed, ran to the door, and flung it open, running outside barefoot.

The corridor was lit with a warm yellow light. It had rained, and the humidity in the air made the lights appear hazy and misty, casting everything in a soft blur.

Ho Mingzheng walked up the stairs from the corner, his arms resting on a deep gray coat, his tie loosened.

Hearing the sound of the door opening and someone breathing heavily, his steps quickened involuntarily. He saw Fu Yan standing at the door, her face full of bewilderment and confusion, her eyes red-rimmed.

His heart skipped a beat, and he quickened his pace. He threw his coat and tie aside, scooped her up in his arms, and placed one hand behind her head. "What's wrong"

Fu Yan's lips were pressed tightly together, her eyes rimmed red.

The terrifying scene in my mind, like a bubble flying into the rain, burst.

She pushed Ho Mingzheng with all her might, but the man's arm held her tightly. He lowered his head to look into her eyes, his voice soft as if afraid of scaring her, "Did you have a nightmare"

"No." Fu Yan opened her mouth with difficulty.

She often has nightmares because she has weak qi. Huo Mingzheng once took her to a traditional Chinese medicine practitioner for treatment, and the situation improved slightly. She has a congenital deficiency of qi, so it will take a very long time to regulate.

She had nightmares before, just like this, eyes red and swollen, lips pressed tight, body trembling slightly.

He didn't break it, he scooped her up horizontally and carried her back to the master bedroom, placing her on the bed.

Huo Mingzheng's hands braced on either side of the bed, leaning over her eyes, "Sleep, I'm right here."

Fu Yan glanced at him silently, turned her body away, and no longer looked at him. She gripped the quilt tightly and slowly closed her eyes.

......

Li Qin called Huo Mingzheng three times today, and he only answered the last call.

However, the person who answered the phone was not Huo Mingzheng, but Cao Fang.

Cao Fang said over the phone that Old Master Huo was critically ill, and Huo Mingzheng was too busy to answer the call.

Severely ill....

Li Qin didn't think much of it and hung up the phone in a hurry. She was about to call Qi Ce and ask what was going on. Wasn't it supposed to be that the medicine wouldn't take effect so quickly

However, the call hadn't gone through yet, and the bedroom door was opened from the outside.

Without her permission, the servants would not enter her room at will. As expected, she turned her head and saw Qi Ce drenched in rain.

Qi Ce took three steps forward, then two to get beside her. His handsome and fair face was wet from the rain, his deep-set eyes even more sinister. But in that instant when their gazes met, his coldness transformed into tenderness.

He stepped forward and hugged Li Qin, "Little Qin, we're leaving Nancheng immediately. Old Master Huo is not doing well, he has underlying health issues, he can't hold on for many days. I can't guarantee complete safety, and I can't risk you. Let's leave right now!"The operation timed out after 60001 milliseconds with 0 bytes received.