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Xi Muyao maintained his overlapping legs, with his ten fingers clenched tightly, he sat on the sofa and kept Lin Yeyan for the night with his eyes closed.

The sky was white in the east, and the city was still sleeping in its final sleep. In the quiet sickroom, two shallow breaths floated about, one after the other.

On the sickbed, Lin Yeyan's fingertip hooked back into her palm, her eyelids slightly trembled, and she slowly but painstakingly opened her eyes.

There was a pure white ceiling above her, and the light from the sun shined down on her.

Lin Yeyan frowned, she moved his sore body, and a burst of intense pain came from his body.

Lin Yeyan opened his listless eyes wide, and the fear in his eyes was like a wave that was several meters high, mercilessly smashing down. Under the blanket, the hands that were folded over each other slowly moved down, flat as a flat river.

Tears flowed down from the corners of his eyes and into his hair that was covered by a pillow.

Lin Yeyan's chest was violently trembling as she bit her lower lip and sobbed.

Ah!" A shrill female voice that carried a heavy tone of sobbing woke the sleeping Xi Muyao from his deep slumber. He stomped on the ground and sat up, his dark circles covering his eyes as he asked in a low and hoarse voice, "What's wrong?

His heart started to calm down and return to its original rhythm. Xi Muyao used his long fingers to cover her eyes and in that moment, her sharp eyes shot towards Lin Yeyan.

Lin Yeyan turned her stiff neck with tears all over her face, her lower lip had also been bitten off blood, making a striking contrast with her pale white lips. Adding on her equally dull skin color and her messy hair, she looked just like a ghost lady.

Xi Muyao's chest tightened as he strode towards the sickbed's edge and sat down. He opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

He wanted to advise Lin Yeyan that he would give her a huge sum of money if he was willing, enough for her to live a peaceful life without worries for the rest of her life. While she was young and beautiful, he could find a man to marry and live a peaceful life.

However, he couldn't say it out loud. Money was never all-powerful. It could not buy back her children, nor could it buy back her health.

"Hubby …" Lin Yeyan reached out from under the blanket, found Xi Muyao's palm and tightly gripped it.

Xi Muyao allowed her to grab it, while his sharp long nails dug into the flesh of's palm due to him using too much strength.

Lin Yeyan held onto Xi Muyao's hand, and curled his body as he jumped into Xi Muyao's embrace. Her cold body pressed against Xi Muyao's abdomen.

Xi Muyao's empty right hand endured the urge to not return to hug her. He could not give Lin Yeyan the wrong suggestion out of a moment of compassion.

Lin Yeyan's face rubbed against Xi Muyao's firm abs through her shirt as she complained intermittently, "It's Lu Qingli, it's her. She pushed me, she pushed me, and I fell down! Husband, the child is gone! My child... It just disappeared! "

Lin Yeyan slapped Xi Muyao, her emotions went out of control, and her voice became shrill and miserable, "My child! I want her to give my child back! "

Xi Muyao pursed his lips and frowned, his body trembling uncontrollably following the fist that Lin Yeyan smashed on his chest.

Lu Qingli, it's really Lu Qingli! His heart was perfect, kind, dignified and virtuous. His wife, who was aloof and looked down at the mundane world with indifferent eyes and distant eyes, actually, really, really harmed Lin Yeyan's child. Her hands were stained with two lives, and dyed with fresh blood.

Xi Muyao unconsciously clenched his fists, the light in his eyes dim.