Ever since rumors spread six years ago that Lu Ming's father had been killed while traveling abroad, he and Li Ping had depended entirely on each other.
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 by his bed, touched his forehead, and said with a heart-wrenching ache, "It's 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 be because of Lu Yao...?"
Chapter 1232