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 felt his forehead, and said with a heart-pounding ache, "It's been three days, and every time you wake up screaming that Lu Yao harmed you. Minger, what on earth is going on? Could your injuries be because of Lu Yao..."
Chapter 1259