Lu Yan watched as her eyelashes fluttered, just like a butterfly's wings dancing. She was so shy.
They had been married for so long, but she was still so shy, just like a little girl.
Of course, she was just a little girl.
Lu Yan raised his handsome brows as he looked at her small face that was filled with collagen and her delicate skin. He was truly blessed with good fortune in this lifetime.
…
The next morning.
Sikong had indeed taken a private jet from Mexico to Country A. Tang Mo 'er and Sikong took the car to the Snow Mountain Residence.
In the luxurious car.
Tang Mo 'er glanced sideways at Sikong. He was wearing a custom-made white shirt with a British-style checkered suit on the outside. He wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses and his side profile was handsome, gentle and clean.
Sikong and Fu Qinglun were brothers and they were both handsome young masters.
Compared to Fu Qinglun, Sikong was much gentler. But as a man at the pinnacle of academia, he exuded a professional yet distant aura, making him seem more aloof and aloof.
He was the world's most reputable doctor, the head of the Herbal Room Sect. His net worth was immeasurable. Be it in terms of hardware or software, he was extremely attractive.
"Doctor Sikong, we'll be at the Snow Mountain Residence soon. I have a favor to ask of you," Tang Mo 'er said.
Sikong lifted his head from a research report. He glanced sideways at Tang Mo 'er, his eyes calm behind the gold-rimmed glasses. "Miss Tang, please speak."
…
Snow Mountain Residence.
The maid opened the door and Tang Mo 'er ran upstairs to check on Feng Lingxue. Feng Lingxue was still lying on the bed, sleeping peacefully. Her signs of life were very weak.
Tang Mo 'er saw the word' slave 'on Feng Lingxue's face. It was etched deeply into her skin, becoming an indelible mark.
At this moment, she heard the sound of slow and steady footsteps, stopping beside her.
Tang Mo 'er didn't need to look to know that it was him.
"Where's Sikong?" he asked.
The man's voice was very hoarse, as though it had been frosted.
Tang Mo 'er turned around, looking at the door. "Sikong is here."
Sikong came in. He took off his suit and put on a white coat. The sleeves of his clean white shirt wrapped around his skinny wrists. His hands were as fair as peeled onions and were incomparably beautiful.
If it wasn't the hands of a pianist, then it was the hands of a doctor.
The doctor followed behind him in admiration, lowering his eyes to look at Feng Lingxue's report.
Xuan Ying hadn't slept the entire night. His black eyes were like spilled ink that was dyed red, making him look exceptionally cold and gloomy.
He looked at Sikong and said, "You must save her!"
Sikong closed the report in his hand and walked to the bedside. "I'll try my best."
At this moment, the electrocardiogram suddenly emitted a sharp alarm.
Xuan Ying lifted his head to take a look. The weak line on the electrocardiogram had gone down, turning into a straight line.
"Oh my god, it's not good. The patient has no heartbeat!" The doctor shouted in shock.
There was no heartbeat.
Her heart suddenly stopped beating.
Xuan Ying's mind was about to explode. He took two steps back, his glassy eyes filled with fear and disbelief. She actually … wasn't breathing.
How could this be?
How could this be?
He wasn't prepared at all.
"Prepare the electrocardiogram immediately!" Sikong ordered calmly.
"Yes."
Xuan Ying retreated until his back was against the cold wall. His eyes were filled with the scene before him. Under the powerful electrocardiogram, Feng Lingxue's delicate body bounced up and landed heavily on the ground, bouncing up again …
He looked at her face. She didn't seem to be in any pain, it was as if she was still asleep.
The entire world went silent. He couldn't hear her breathing.
"The electrocardiogram failed!"
"There's no sign of the patient's survival!"
"The patient has no heartbeat!"
"She's dead!"
He didn't know who was speaking, but the voices rang in Xuan Ying's ears, giving him a splitting headache.
He saw Sikong let go of Feng Lingxue's hand. He saw the nurse pull the white cloth over to cover her face.
The scenes were slowed down by hundreds and thousands of times. It was as if a large hand had reached over, piercing through his chest and taking away his heart.
Pain.
Unbearable pain.
He made his move. He dashed over and pushed everyone aside. "Scram! All of you, scram! "
"Silver Mask King, my condolences. The patient is already dead," the doctor said mournfully.
Xuan Ying's eyes were bloodshot. He glared at the doctor fiercely. "You're lying! She's not dead! How could she be dead? You're all lying to me! "
"Silver Mask King …"
Xuan Ying grasped Feng Lingxue's shoulders, shaking her forcefully. "Feng Lingxue, stop pretending to be asleep. Wake up!
"You won't die, right? How could you possibly die? Alright, alright, I admit defeat. I promise you that I won't humiliate you or give you away to others anymore. In the future, I will … treat you well."
"Feng Lingxue, you've achieved your goal. You can wake up now. Hurry up and open your eyes!"
Xuan Ying shook Feng Lingxue forcefully, but she didn't respond.
"Silver Mask King, let the patient rest in peace …"
Seeing Xuan Ying in such a frenzied state, the doctor and nurse came over to stop him.
"Scram!"
Xuan Ying waved his hand and those people fell to the ground like a human pyramid. But someone touched the silver mask on his face and with a clang, the mask fell onto the carpet.
His entire face was revealed.
The left side of his face was incomparably handsome, and every contour was like the brush of a heavenly axe. However, the right side of his face was covered in densely packed knife scars. At this moment, his veins were bulging, and his eyes were scarlet red, adding a bit of malevolence and distortion to his appearance.
"Ah!"
One of the nurses was so frightened that she screamed quickly.
But Xuan Ying didn't hear anything. He didn't know what had happened, he just glared at Feng Lingxue.
Tang Mo 'er's expression changed when she saw this. She quickly walked in front. "Silver Mask King, that's enough. Sister Lingxue has already left."
She had left.
Had she left?
Xuan Ying slowly stretched his hand out, placing his finger under her nose. There … she wasn't breathing.
She really wasn't breathing.
As though he had been electrocuted, Xuan Ying instantly retracted his hand.
He got up and quickly left the room.
…
Xuan Ying locked himself in the wine cellar. There were many bottles of wine around him and he gulped down mouthfuls of wine.
It would be good if he was drunk.
If he was drunk, he would sleep again. When he woke up the next day, he would realize that it was all just a dream.
Nothing had happened.
His tall body rolled down from the wine chair onto the ground. He closed his eyes. Why wasn't he drunk yet?
He couldn't get drunk.
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