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Murong Yin maintained a slight smile throughout.

His smile, with its composure, gentleness, and pride, can put people at ease without them even realizing it, easing their tension and anxiety.

The girl was really, really hungry.

She was no longer afraid, but she ate faster and faster, probably because she had been starving for the past few days. She ate and swallowed frantically with her head down, her face still wet with food juice, without any of the reserve or shyness of a girl.

She seems to have really suffered a lot.

A piece of food was picked up with chopsticks and gently placed in her bowl. Murong Yin's gentle voice rang in her ears, clear and melodious like a spring.

"Eat slowly, and I'll ask them to give you more if you're not full."

He sat opposite her, smiling quietly, serving her food and soup.

The girl looked up.

Her face was as pale as snow, her eyes as dark and bright as water. She gazed at the warm smile of Murong Yin, and the light in her eyes suddenly trembled slightly.

Large tears rolled down her cheeks.

Murong Yin was slightly taken aback.

The girl was crying so sadly.

She lowered her head, holding a long chopstick in her bandaged hand, and sobbed softly. When a white handkerchief appeared in front of her, Murong Yin's elegant voice rang out.

"Don't be sad. Where do you live? I'll have Yuan Qing take you home."

The girl shook her head, hot tears welling up in her eyes. "I've never had a home, never had any family."

Murong Yin paused for a moment, pondered for a moment, and then said again, "In that case, I'll have Yuan Qing arrange a suitable place for you. I have some connections in Suzhou..."

“Young master is my benefactor.” The girl suddenly stood up and knelt down in front of Murong Yin.

Murong Yin was startled and quickly stood up to help her, but the girl raised her tearful eyes and remained kneeling on the ground, her pitiful face glistening with tears.

“Now that you have bought me, I am yours. I will follow you for the rest of my life, and I am willing to be your slave.”

"You cannot follow my young master."

Yuan Qing, who was standing to the side, spoke up impatiently, "Our Murong family has a barrier of the Nine Palaces Eight Trigrams Formation, and we have never allowed outsiders to step in."

The girl looked up at Murong Yin, seemingly puzzled.

Murong Yin pondered for a moment.

A hint of hesitation lingered in his bright, star-like eyes.

Indeed, the Murong family, as the most prominent noble family in Jiangnan, has always rarely accepted outsiders.

But now that he had rescued this helpless orphan girl kneeling before him, how could he simply abandon her?

"girl!"

Yuan Qing, who was standing beside him, suddenly exclaimed in surprise, and Murong Yin looked up in astonishment.

The frail girl collapsed limply to the ground.

Murong Yin quickly bent down and picked up the unconscious girl. Her eyes were closed and there were still traces of tears on her face. When he picked her up, her forehead was burning hot.

Murong Yin's heart tightened, and he quickly looked up at Yuan Qing, "Quickly go find a doctor, she has a fever."

"Yes." Yuan Qing quickly ran out.

Inside the room, only Murong Yin and the girl who had fainted in his arms remained.

The girl's pale fingers trembled slightly.

Her pale fingers twitched slightly.

Murong Yin felt his fingers being grasped by a soft little hand. The girl in his arms struggled to open her eyes, gazing at him with eyes full of sorrowful tears...

Murong Yin looked at her nervously.

The girl held his fingers as if she were an infant, clinging to the warmth she felt she could rely on. She could only hold him tightly and speak slowly and laboriously, word by word.

"Please...please...don't...leave me...don't abandon Lotus..."

Murong Yin's heart trembled silently.

Her name is Lotus.

He felt that Lotus in his arms, except for her forehead, was trembling with cold all over. Her beautiful face was as white as snow, and it seemed as if she would die if he let go of her.

He became her support.

early morning.

The crystal-clear dewdrops had not yet disappeared; outside Yangzhou city, the grass grew tall and the birds flew, and the magnolia flowers were like snow.

A horse-drawn carriage sped along the road.