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After Han Yao lost her child, she felt that she could no longer see any hope in her life. Han Yao tried to change her current situation time and time again but failed. No matter how strong a person was, they probably wouldn't receive such a blow.

The two of them were people who had treated him well, and he owed them both a favor, so Han Yao never thought of hurting anyone. However, fate had to be arranged in such a way.

Han Yao and the nanny stood at the door, and not long later, they heard the sound of the wine bottle falling to the ground.

Han Yao never thought that the situation would turn out like this again because of her. Nanfeng Haozhe, she could not hope to win against her, so, Yu Shuyuan had to be saved too right? How could she save them?

Han Yao who was frustrated, depressed, conflicted, and in despair, curled up on the bed when he entered his bedroom. Like a frightened little kitten, he was wrapped in a blanket and couldn't find any sense of security.

In the middle of the night, a light drizzle fell outside the window.

Spring rain kept falling, drop by drop, onto the sprouting sprout. Hearing the rain outside the window, Han Yao remembered the poem "How many flowers fell".

He got up and laid on the windowsill. He stretched out his hand and gently caught the cold rain outside the window.

Han Yao's hand gradually turned cold. She retracted her hand and accidentally touched the half a cigarette and a lighter on the side of the window. This cigarette, should be something that Nanfeng Haozhe did not finish when he stood here and smoked it.

Han Yao, in his imagination, took out smoke rings, lowered his head, and looked into the distance.

Han Yao looked at the dark night, and gently picked up the lighter.

He gathered up his courage and lit the cigarette with his cold and trembling fingers. Then, he put it to his lips …

She imitated Nanfeng Haozhe and took a puff.

He didn't feel anything in his mouth, but it felt a little spicy. However, it was still within an acceptable range.

Han Yao tried to take another breath of the cigarette. This time, she inhaled even more fiercely and the smoke from the cigarette was sucked into her lungs. After that, when she exhaled, Han Yao choked.

That feeling …

Han Yao laid on the windowsill and coughed a few times.

His fingers gently held onto the cigarette for a while, then a tinge of blood finally appeared on Han Yao's pale face.

Looking at the night sky, she could not find any starlight, as though Han Yao was in an abyss. She tried very hard to open her eyes, trying to find the light.

In his confusion, Han Yao was like a little fairy lost in direction, eager to receive guidance from the stars.

Where am I, and what am I doing?

Han Yao muttered something softly.

Only when someone called out to her did Han Yao turn her head to look. Nanfeng Haozhe looked at her anxiously, with his mouth wide open as if he was trying to say something. Han Yao looked at him blankly, as if something was burning.

A field of light before his eyes?

She pointed at the light and shouted, "Hao Zhe, look, there's light! There's light! I won't get lost!" I won't get lost. "

"Yao'er, hurry up and go …."

Nanfeng Haozhe anxiously pulled Han Yao out of the room, and the two of them went straight to the living room. Han Yao was still struggling to return to her room.

The light in the room made her feel warm, as if she were seeing hope all over again.

Nanfeng Haozhe loudly shouted that he was in danger, and then, he forcefully brought Han Yao downstairs.

Standing in the courtyard outside the villa, Han Yao followed the crowd and looked up. She seemed to suddenly sober up, shaking her head, rubbing her eyes, and yelling into the room upstairs: "Fire? Why was there a fire? Hurry and go put out the fire! "

Nanfeng Haozhe looked at the leader of the security team and ordered, "Call the fire brigade. Also, count everyone, are they all safe?"

As he was speaking, one of the security guards held onto a security guard and walked over while wailing.

The captain of the security guards walked over, looked at the two of them and inquired about the situation. After that, he had the two of them quickly go to the rescue doctor, and only then did he walk over to Nanfeng Haozhe and report, "Young Master, one of the security guards is injured. At this point, the two of them are a little tired and dozed off. When they woke up, one of their clothes was already on fire. "

The curtains were the first thing that caught fire, and then the curtains must have fallen down, and then the clothes of the guards below were set on fire. No wonder, the guard's back was charred black and he was still wailing in pain.

The security guards began to organize the fire.

Han Yao looked at her hands. She remembered how she had lit a cigarette, and also remembered the room that was gradually warming up … She seemed to have thought of something and her hands couldn't help but tremble. She looked at Nanfeng Haozhe in disbelief and said: "Did I order it? Is that my fire? "Why? Why is this happening?"

Han Yao shook her head in panic, and started to shout about how she wanted to go upstairs to extinguish the fire.

Nanfeng Haozhe hurriedly hugged Han Yao.

Because of his exhaustion, Han Yao struggled for a while before fainting. The nanny hastened to call the doctor.

The fire in the room was extinguished by the efforts of the fire brigade and the security guards. It was a good thing that apart from one of the security guards who was injured in the back, everyone else was fine.

The doctor came in and checked Han Yao's pulse first. He confirmed that she had only fainted because of the hypoglycemia and the stimulation. The doctor prescribed the medicine and walked out of the guest room on the first floor with his briefcase in hand.

Nanfeng Haozhe looked at the unconscious Han Yao in the guest room. She should be fast asleep.

"Doctor, come upstairs and take a look. Could it be that Han Yao can't think straight?"

This was because Nanfeng Haozhe had looked up information before. He knew that due to depression, the thing he had the deepest impression of was the uncontrollable urge to kill himself!

Therefore, the moment this fire appeared, the first thing that Nanfeng Haozhe suspected was that Han Yao was unlucky.

"I had a quarrel with Han Yao previously, and we argued, so … I suspect she did it on purpose. Could it be that she couldn't bear this fire? If I knew earlier, that Han Yao was already so sick, I would have let her go, I won't argue with her anymore. "

Actually, Nanfeng Haozhe was not willing to believe that Han Yao was sick from the bottom of her heart. He did not expect that after this argument, Han Yao would think of suicide.

There wasn't much burning in the room, mainly the curtains and some clothes beside them. Fortunately, he noticed it in time, and didn't have too much time to react.

The doctor checked the scene and turned to Nanfeng Haozhe: "What did Madam say?"