Ever since rumors spread six years ago that Lu Ming's father had been killed while traveling outside, 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 by his bed and touched his forehead, her heart aching. "It's been three days. Every time you scream that Lu Yao is hurting you. Minger, what on earth is going on? Could your injuries be because of Lu Yao..."
Chapter 1252