Ever since the news came 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. "It was just a dream."
Seeing Lu Ming's pale face, Li Ping sat by his bed, touched his forehead, and said with a heart full of anguish, "It's been three days, and every time you wake up, 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 1296