Watching her fall asleep, Mo Liujin did not leave. He merely sat by the daybed, watching her, and gently stroked her face with a burning gaze. Why did she say her time was running out? Who were the father and brothers she spoke of? And who was her father? It seemed many people did not want him to be with her; what was the real reason behind it? Qingmeng had kept so much from him; why wouldn't she tell him clearly? Yet he could not bring himself to ask. These matters must weigh heavily and painfully on Qingmeng's heart, mustn't they? He was afraid that if he asked, it would be like reopening her scars—would it cause her even more pain? Still, he longed to know, longed to share the burden with her.
*Tap, tap, tap.* A knock sounded at the door, and Hui Wenzhong's voice came through. "Ninth Lord, there is movement on Eleventh's end."
Never before had Chu Qingmeng been so alert in her sleep; she instantly opened her eyes and sat up. "He's here."
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