Ever since the rumors spread six years ago that Lu Ming's father had been killed while traveling outside, he and Li Ping had only each other to lean on.
Looking at Li Ping, Lu Ming's expression softened as he said, "Mother, it's nothing, just a dream."
Seeing Lu Ming's pale face, Li Ping sat by his bedside, touched his forehead, and said with heartache, "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 it be that your injuries are because of Lu Yao..."
Chapter 1288