Ever since rumors spread six years ago that Lu Ming's father had been killed while traveling abroad, he and Li Ping had only each other to rely on.
Looking at Li Ping, Lu Ming's gaze softened. "Mother, it's nothing," he said, "just a dream."
Seeing Lu Ming's pale face, Li Ping sat by his bed, touched his forehead, and said with heartache, "It's already been three days, and every time you've screamed that Lu Yao harmed you. Ming'er, what on earth is going on? Could your injuries be because of Lu Yao...?"
Chapter 1273