Ever since rumors spread six years ago that Lu Ming's father had been killed while traveling abroad, he and Li Ping had depended on each other for survival.
Looking at Li Ping, Lu Ming's gaze softened. "Mother, it's nothing," he said, "just a dream."
Noticing Lu Ming's pale complexion, Li Ping sat at the edge of his bed, gently touching his forehead, and said with a heart-wrenching ache, "It's already been three days. Every time, you scream that Lu Yao is trying to harm you, Ming'er. What on earth is going on? Could your injuries have something to do with Lu Yao...?"
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