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When he picked up the Cold Spring Spirit, he realized that the woman in his arms was very thin and weak. He strode toward the cottage, watching her face grow paler and paler.

The impulse for a woman surged into his heart once again. He could hear his heart beating faster and faster as his hands tightened in vain …

"Go call the young master, tell him to come quickly!"

Bai Jiran kicked the door open. The cold air in the room was mixed with the dust that had yet to be wiped off. The spirit of the cold spring in his arms had already closed his eyes. It was unknown whether he was unconscious or asleep.

He carefully placed her on the bed and when he raised his head to call for someone, he realized that there was no one in the room.

Bai Jiran looked at the cold spring water in front of him and sighed in his heart.

If only she weren't the victim of this battle, he would have let his guard down and her days would have been easier.

After all these years, Meng Yujun had been playing around with such despicable tricks. Now that things had happened in front of him, it was probably to show off his identity and show off in front of the marshal's mansion.

Meng Yujun wasn't his birth mother, and she was just a distant relative of his mother. In the name of visiting relatives, she didn't want to leave, and instead wanted to hook up with the marshal every day. Because of that, his mother had shed a lot of tears.

What he hated the most in his life was women disregarding their chastity and selling their looks for various purposes!

"Eldest young master, the madame asked me to take care of Miss Leng." The door opened and a maid came in with a washbasin and a towel, bowing her head and bowing to Bai.

This sound interrupted Bai Jiran's train of thought. He raised his head to look into the distance, and when he turned around, he had already regained his usual unsmiling expression.

The cold spring spirit lying on the bed was neither asleep nor unconscious. She just didn't want to see this man's disgusting expression, so she simply closed her eyes.

She had originally thought that he would just let her go and leave. After all, the thing they hated the most was mutual hatred and wariness. She hadn't expected that … Bai Jiran stood beside her bed for so long.

She did not open her eyes, but she could feel that the air around her had somewhat calmed down.

She couldn't stop thinking about it. What was she thinking about? What kind of expression did he have?

Only a long time after Xiao Bai left did Leng Quan Ling slowly open his eyes. The wound on his back was screaming and crying out in pain. The burning sensation on his back was really unbearable.

"Miss Leng, I need to help you take off your clothes and clean up now." Seeing the cold spring spirit open its eyes, the maid at the side hurriedly came over and said.

"Don't touch me."

Leng Quan Ling laid on the bed. She felt as if her breathing would cause severe pain to her wound, making her head dizzy. If he let her clean the wound, she wasn't sure if she could hold on.

What had happened today was obviously Meng Yujun's doing. It seemed like he wasn't going to be easy to deal with.

However, she had never seen Meng Yujun before, not to mention that she might have some grudge against him. How could he have gotten her to set him up?

Leng Quan Ling could not think clearly, and the pain in his head became even more intense.

"Is the wound cleaned?" A man's voice came from the door. It sounded soft and gentle, but it was in direct proportion to Bai Tong's voice.

"Miss Leng doesn't want me to move. I haven't cleaned up yet." Then, the maid's soft reply. She sounded very nervous.

In the next second, the door was kicked open with great force and suddenly appeared at the door. His entire body was emitting a cold aura that could make people tremble, and a sharp wind assaulted their faces.

"Do you want to die?"