...
Back at the Beitang manor, Li Qiyu watched the once bustling scene disappear. She had lived here for so long, and had memories with Beitang Feng!
Except, back then she really hated him—
Ling Ran stood at the end of the corridor, melancholic and elegant, "You're here."
"Where is Tiankong?!"
"Which is more important, a dying person or a child?" Ling Ran tightened his brows.
"..." Li Qiyu pressed her lips together, "Take me to see Beitang Feng."
Since she had come, Tianci should be safe, but as for Beitang Feng... she was not prepared to accept his condition!
It was still that same master bedroom, and each piece of furniture in the living room was restored. On the large bed, the man was in a deep sleep, emaciated with sunken cheeks, wearing a breathing mask that huffed and puffed. The room reeked of medicine the moment she stepped in.
Next to the bed were sophisticated medical instruments. Several bottles of medication were hanging, two of which were already empty...
