She had given birth to a daughter.
Xuan Ying's bloodshot eyes narrowed as he looked at Tang Mo 'er in shock.
Tang Mo 'er looked at Feng Lingxue with a gentle gaze. "Silver Mask King, you didn't hear wrongly. Sister Lingxue gave birth to a daughter, her name is Mu Mu."
With that, Tang Mo 'er glanced sideways at Xuan Ying. "So now you should understand how apologetic and guilty Sister Lingxue is towards you. She treats everything as her own fault and no matter how you humiliate her, she can forgive you because she hates herself for being ruined like this." Tang Mo' er then turned to look at Xuan Ying.
Xuan Ying clenched his fists tightly by his side. He didn't know, he didn't know anything …
Three years ago, what happened on the night before his coming of age ceremony? Where was he?
Xuan Ying tried to recall but his head hurt.
Hiss.
His head hurt.
He pressed his palms against his head. Why couldn't he remember?
He had no recollection of that night.
"That child … where is she now?" He asked in a hoarse voice.
"Mu Mu is already dead."
What?
Xuan Ying's heart wrenched. Why did his heart ache for a child he didn't know?
"After Mu Mu's death, Younger Sister Lingxue went crazy for half a year and was locked in a dark room by North Duke. In the end, Younger Sister Lingxue suddenly recovered because North Duke told her that her Brother Ying was in the Capital now and she could go look for him.
"I think …" Tang Mo 'er felt a little cold. She wrapped her arms around herself and said softly, "You're Sister Lingxue's greatest regret. You're the person she can't forget. She pretended to have recovered and created a dream world for herself. In this world, there's Mu Mu and you."
Xuan Ying walked over to the bed and lowered his eyes to look at her. Feng Lingxue hugged the pillow in her arms, tucking a few strands of hair behind her ears as she patted the pillow gently. "Mu Mu, be good, Mommy will sleep with you …"
Xuan Ying lifted his hand, his fingers were already trembling. He wanted to caress her face, to caress her child.
At this moment, Feng Lingxue suddenly raised her head and glared at Xuan Ying coldly. "Don't touch me! Don't touch my Mu Mu! "
Xuan Ying felt a piercing pain in his heart, even his hand froze in mid-air. His Adam's apple bobbed and he tried to speak in a gentle voice. "Lingling, don't be afraid … I won't hurt you … I'll protect the both of you in the future …"
"Liar!" Feng Lingxue pushed him away forcefully. "You're a liar, I'll never believe you! You're a devil, a man-eating devil! "
Devil.
She called him the devil.
She was already like this, but she still remembered that he was a demon.
Xuan Ying shook his head in pain. "I'm not, Lingling, I'm really not …"
He grasped her delicate shoulders, wanting to hug her in his arms.
"Get lost! Don't touch me! "Feng Lingxue opened her mouth, biting his arm.
She bit down hard, trying to bite off a piece of his flesh.
Bright red blood seeped through the shirt.
Xuan Ying felt pain, not from her bite, but from his heart. He pressed her head against his chest. "Lingling, I'm sorry … I'm really sorry, I was wrong … you can hit me or scold me, but … don't push me away …"
He rubbed his firm jaw against her soft hair, then leaned over and kissed her hair forcefully.
The more she struggled, the tighter he hugged her.
He was going to lose her.
He was going to lose her.
Her voice lingered in his ears. Fear, fear and pain surged through his limbs. He was like a piece of wood that was about to drown, he could only hold on to her tightly in order to breathe.
"Ah! Mu Mu! My Mu Mu! "
In the process of struggling, the pillow under the blanket almost fell off. Feng Lingxue screamed.
"Silver Mask King, that's enough. Don't agitate Sister Lingxue!" Tang Mo 'er walked in front, pulling Xuan Ying away.
Xuan Ying let go of her and Feng Lingxue quickly hugged the pillow, hiding in the corner of the bed while trembling.
She stared at him warily and repulsively.
Xuan Ying found it hard to breathe. It was a mess, everything was a mess. "Lingling, don't be afraid. I'll go out now!"
He comforted her, turning around to leave.
…
Outside the room, Xuan Ying's tall figure was leaning against the wall, his eyes filled with pain and desolation.
At this time, Sikong came out from the inside with a click.
"What's wrong with her?" Xuan Ying asked hoarsely.
Sikong lifted his eyes. "The patient's physical injuries will slowly heal, but the terrifying mental illness has returned once again."
Simply put, Feng Lingxue had gone crazy.
She had gone crazy again.
Xuan Ying's fist slammed into the wall, blood trickling down the wall.
"I just performed hypnosis on the patient, but it's a pity that the patient is very wary of this world. She won't open the door, so I can't enter." Sikong summarized the medical results to Xuan Ying.
Xuan Ying lowered his eyes, not saying a word.
"Silver Mask King, what are your plans?" At this moment, Tang Mo 'er spoke up. "I see that Sister Lingxue is repulsed by you. I want to bring her to my place …"
"There's no need for that." Xuan Ying rejected her.
Tang Mo 'er looked at him.
Xuan Ying's handsome face was so tense that it was almost white. His voice was hoarse as he said, "I'll take good care of her. She's repulsed by me, I'll just hide from her. Also, I'll investigate what happened three years ago. I'll find the man who ruined her, and I'll also investigate … Mu Mu …"
"Silver Mask King …"
"Miss Tang." Xuan Ying looked at Tang Mo 'er, the corners of his lips quirking up into a self-deprecating smile. "I know … it's impossible for us to be together anymore, but even if it ends, we shouldn't end things like this."
…
Sikong and Tang Mo 'er left the Snow Mountain Residence together. Tang Mo' er glanced sideways at Sikong. "Doctor Sikong, can you treat the injuries on Silver Mask King's face?"
Sikong stuck one hand into his pocket, his eyes behind his gold-rimmed spectacles. "Why should we treat him if he doesn't want to?"
Tang Mo 'er froze.
"Physical injuries are easy to treat, but psychological illnesses are hard to treat. It's not just one person who's sick in the Snow Mountain Residence, it's two."
Tang Mo 'er looked at Sikong. He had taken off his white coat, his British-styled checkered suit was tucked in the crook of his arm. His handsome features, even his thin lips were a little pink. He was a man with a lot of luck with women.
At this moment, two beams of light shone over, a limited-edition Land Rover slowly came to a stop.
"Miss Tang, my personal assistant is here. I'll be leaving first. I'll be attending an academic conference in Country A during this period, call me if you need anything."
"Alright, thank you, Doctor Sikong."
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