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Yin Yanyue even suspected that Gong Yufeng might die on the spot.

She took a deep breath to calm herself down and looked back at the viscount. "Call an ambulance and bring the medical kit here."

There was no response from the young noble, his face was deathly still, his eyes cold to the point of freezing.

He calmly walked to a nearby desk and pulled out a few sheets of paper, slowly wiping off the blood on his hands.

"Uncle Gu …"

Yin Yanyue was actually a little afraid of this young nobleman in front of her.

The young lord had always been a calm person, and nothing he did was too extreme. But this time, not only was he extreme, he was also terrifyingly calm.

After he wiped the blood off his hand, he pulled out a few pieces of paper and walked in front of Yin Yanyue. He used the paper to wipe the wound on her neck.

It was a clear bite mark. The flesh on his neck had already been chewed up, and he was afraid that if he were a second late, the piece of meat would be bitten off by Duan Chen.

Yin Yanyue frowned in pain.

The young noble helped her tidy up the messy hair in front of her forehead. Her gentle appearance made it seem as if she was looking at a rare treasure.

Yin Yanyue looked up at him, a little lost in thought.

The young noble had always been good to her, but he had never looked at her with such tenderness.

Before she could regain her senses, the viscount bent down slightly and kissed her on the forehead.

His lips were very cold, but the kiss was very gentle.

No matter how she looked at him, he did not look like the young noble of the palace she used to know.

"Cough …"

A weak cough pulled Yin Yanyue back from his thoughts.

Gong Yufeng who was lying in a pool of blood moved slightly. He should still have a bit of consciousness.

Yin Chengyue didn't care that much and hurriedly squatted down next to Gong Yufeng to check his pulse, "Uncle Gu, quickly go get the medicine box."

The young lord was still standing there, watching coldly from the sidelines.

"He can't die!" Yin Yanyue stood up, her tone was too serious. "If he dies, you are a murderer, I won't let you go to jail."

She ran to her desk, picked up her cell phone, and called an ambulance.

The viscount looked at her deeply for a few seconds and suddenly changed his mind. He turned around and went downstairs to get a medical kit.

He did it himself, simply to stop the bleeding, disinfect the wound, bandage it, and fix the fracture.

Fifteen minutes later.

Gong Yufeng was carried into the ambulance, leaving only a pool of blood in the study.

Yin Yanyue sat dejectedly on the sofa in the hall, staring out the window in a trance.

The viscount placed a cup of milk in front of her and said, "Drink it and sleep."

Yin Yeyue came back to her senses and looked up at him.

He still had that expressionless face, as if nothing had happened.

"I will clean the study, you rest."

After putting down the milk, the viscount turned around to go upstairs to clean up the bloodstains in the study.

Yin Yanyue turned her head and looked at his back, and was about to call out to him.

At this moment, a siren sounded outside the door.

When he reached the second floor, he suddenly stopped.

Yin Yanyue's heart trembled and her expression suddenly became ugly.

The doorbell rang.

Aunt Wang, who was standing aside, was stunned. She didn't dare to open the door.

Without the slightest hesitation, he walked out of the courtyard and pulled open the iron gate.

Yin Yanyue was stunned on the spot, watching the figure of the Palace Lord's back disappear in the doorway.

Sometimes, the more afraid something was, the more likely it would happen.

Just like how Yin Chengyue was afraid that the police would detain the viscount, he didn't expect that not long after Gong Yufeng was sent to the hospital, the police would come looking for someone.

The viscount was held in criminal custody that night.

He had just come out from the police station, and it had only been a few days.

The first thing Yin Yanyue did was to call the hospital and ask about Gong Yufeng's injuries.

Lung bleeding, three broken ribs, concussion, right arm fracture, broken nose, multiple soft tissue contusion.

She hung up the phone, unable to recover for a long time.

If Gong Yufeng wanted to appeal, even if she said that the viscount was protecting her, it could still be considered a form of self-defense. However, it couldn't avoid the criminal law.

Because the young lord had almost beaten him half to death, it was already beyond the limits of legitimate self-defense.

She didn't know why it had happened.

She just wanted to leave Gong Yufeng and Fang Man, and live a happy life with the viscount.

She no longer wanted to take revenge. Everything in the past could vanish into thin air, and she could stop pursuing the matter.

She had clearly put down everything, and now she only wanted the young noble to be by herself.

However, he did not expect it to be this difficult.

It was autumn, a gentle breeze was blowing on the land, the sun was no longer hot, and the green leaves of summer were beginning to fade to yellow.

Yin Hongyue was driving fast on the way to the hospital.

She was going to see Gong Yufeng.

No matter how much she begged him or begged him, she just hoped he wouldn't appeal.

However, just as she drove out of the villa's entrance, she bumped into a figure that she hadn't seen for a long time.

Tang Shan.

Her hair was disheveled and her face was unpainted. She looked very disheveled and haggard.

"Soaring Moon …"

She walked shakily to the front of Yin Yanyue's car and patted on her window. "You get down."

Yin Yanyue looked up at her and couldn't help but frown slightly. He got out of the car after a few seconds of hesitation.

Under the clear sky, she was actually walking on the streets while drunk.

"Soaring Moon …" Tang Ao Shan laid on her shoulder, tears flowing down her face, as she muttered, "Fang Mo is gone, Fang Mo is gone …" "Dyed Moon, I can't find Fang Mo anymore …"

Yin Yanyue opened her mouth and told her in an exceptionally cruel tone, "He's already dead."

Dead …

These two words echoed within Tang Ao Shan's mind.

Her eyes were bloodshot. "No! "Impossible!"

Yin Yanyue seemed too calm as he repeated himself, "He really died."

Tang Ao Shan was lost in thought, as if he had just been pulled awake by someone in a drunken dream. In an instant, he lost all his strength and fell to the ground.

Yin Yanyue didn't reach out to help her. Instead, she stood up straight and looked down at her. "I'll organize Fang Mo's funeral by myself. If you're still like that, then don't come."

She opened the car door, ignoring Tang Ao Shan who was in a daze and prepared to leave.

"Why!"

Tang Shan's heart-tearing and lung-splitting voice rang out from behind her. It was just like the cry of a person who had lost all hope in life.

Her eyes were red, but her face was very pale.

She sat on the ground and stared at Yin Yanyue, screaming in a hoarse voice, "Why did Fang Mo love you when he was alive, and why did he die for you, to the end! The person who held the funeral for him was you! "

Yin Yanyue stopped and froze on the spot.

She could not say a word, not a word.

For a moment, a complicated emotion fell into her chest. It was as if someone had pierced her heart with an ice-cold spear.

She had feelings for him as well.

Gratitude, guilt, friendship.

After Fang Mo left his will, these emotions were suddenly magnified, pressing down on her heart like a huge rock.