C18

When she woke up again, the warmth had been awakened by the cold energy coming from below her. The moment she opened her eyes, she was immediately startled by the scene in front of her.

In the dim room, the light was extremely weak. Looking around, Warm found that there was not even a table in the empty room. Other than a blanket that was left carelessly on the floor nearby, there was nothing else.

He moved his body, trying to get up from the ground. However, just as he tried to move his body, he realized something. His body seemed to have collapsed. Warmth frowned and struggled to sit up. Under the weak light, she could see that her body was covered in dark green, almost unable to find its original color. Warmth's heart was filled with endless desolation and sorrow.

It was a terrible nightmare. When she woke up, she was still the daughter of the Leng family, and Ihao was still her brother, the same brother who had taken care of her and protected her as he had when she was little, not the ruthless Ihao who had hurt her so much last night.

However, the pain in her body and the pain in her heart reminded her that it wasn't a dream, but a real existence.

The pain all over her body was howling and telling her that Yi Hao was no longer Yi Hao, that she was no longer the daughter of the Leng Clan, that the Leng Clan was gone, and that she was now just a slave girl by his side.

As she thought of this, her warm eyes couldn't help but turn red again. She endured the heart-wrenching pain as she slowly crawled towards the blanket and used it to cover her body. He was tightly wrapped up and curled up in a corner, looking at the incomparably cold and eerie room with guarded eyes.

Now that the only protective cover had been ruthlessly punctured by Ihao, she had to learn to protect herself, to save her father's land. She would definitely be able to save Father safe and sound. Thus, in this period of time, she would be very obedient, very obedient. She would never disobey Ihao, not even by a little bit.

However, what exactly happened ten years ago that caused him to hate himself so much, hated his father so much, hated the entire Leng Clan?

She really couldn't understand.

Warmth remained in a corner, lost in thought for a long time. Only then did the sound of footsteps come from outside the door. Hearing the footsteps, every hair on Warmth's body stood up, and his large, beautiful eyes stared at the door in terror. His body began to tremble uneasily.

She was afraid to see him now, afraid that he would do something even more cruel to her. After last night's torture, she was afraid, afraid, terrified …

"Hualalala ~ ~ ~"

The door was opened and a strong white light shot in from outside. Warmth squinted his eyes and saw the unfamiliar figure standing at the entrance. His tensed nerves from before instantly relaxed a little.

"Quickly put on your clothes and report to the main residence's hall. Miss Lin will personally see you!" The voice of a middle-aged woman resounded loudly in the empty room. Her voice that was almost gritted with teeth and without any emotion reverberated in the room again and again.

Hearing her words, Warmth's heart began to grow confused. Miss Lin? Who is she? Why would she want to see him?

Warmth thought over and over again as he wrapped himself in a blanket and crawled to the center of the room. He picked up the pink maid attire left on the floor by the middle-aged woman and quickly put it on …