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In his narrow eyes, a sharp, cold light shone like a dagger meant to slowly slice one's body to death.

"Smack—"

The amber cup that had been resting between his fingers shattered into pieces in an instant!

Ye Chuhan stared intently at the cripple in the shadows. His gaze was straight like a bloodthirsty sword drawn from its sheath. This elegant, fox-like man, at this moment, resembled a killing sword.

No one could meet his icy, frosty gaze.

"Eighteen years ago, you should have let me die in the desert. Unfortunately, I didn't. Eighteen years later, I will seek justice for my mother and me. Your life and death are but a thought away from mine!!"

A surge of anger welled up within him, and in that instant, his face suddenly turned ashen, as if he were in unbearable pain.

"Damn it, it's flared up again!" As soon as he finished speaking, his body trembled like a leaf in a storm and he collapsed to the ground, the intense pain causing his whole body to spasm uncontrollably.

A tearing pain throughout my entire body!

The fragments of the amber cup fell one by one from his hands.

Such pain was no longer unfamiliar to him!

No one in the entire Tianshan Snow Gate knew that Ye Chuhan, who dominated the Western Regions, could be so vulnerable. And Ye Chuhan would never let anyone know her weakness!

Moonlight streamed through the small window into the stone house, casting a frosty silver glow. The clear and fragrant Dayuan wine on the stone table was already frozen with a thin layer of ice.

The silver light reflected into Ye Chuhan's eyes.

Ye Chuhan slowly raised his head, gazing at the small window in the stone wall. Amidst his intense pain, he sneered, "I won't die so easily!"

The silver light was like a wash.

Fifteen years ago, on the night he was rescued from the cave, the moonlight was just like this. At that time, even though he was on his deathbed, he still looked up at the moonlight with such longing.

That was the hope of life!

He still vividly remembers the moment when those herders opened the stone cave and saw him, their faces turned deathly pale.

Maybe.

They thought they were seeing demons from hell.

He was a thirteen-year-old boy, covered in frostbite scars, as thin as a bamboo pole. His left hand was tightly gripping a handful of damp soil, while his right hand was clutching a dead rat. He was curled up there, trembling as he swallowed the bright red rat flesh.

The thirteen-year-old boy could die at any moment, yet his eyes held such a strong desire to live.

He survived!

From that day forward, he would never allow anyone to betray or abandon him again. He would rather betray the whole world than let the world betray him!

If we're talking about the most beautiful scenery in the world, nothing beats the Jiangnan region.

If you're looking for the most beautiful scenery in Jiangnan, look no further than Murong Manor.

Qingfeng Garden.

The first rays of dawn were breaking.

Water pavilions, small bridges over flowing water, pavilions and flower gardens, winding corridors and pavilions, under the nine-turn bridge, lotus flowers are washed clean by the clear ripples, swaying gently, beautiful and full.

Crystal-clear dewdrops slid off the white glazed tiles and fell onto the moss.

A study.

The study was large, filled with ancient pine bookshelves, and the air was filled with the faint scent of pine. The rows of ancient pine bookshelves were filled with all kinds of books.

Morning light streamed in through the window.

Murong Yin sat quietly at his rosewood desk, reading a book. He had an elegant appearance and a gentle demeanor.

Outside the door.

A series of light footsteps sounded, and a girl in white appeared there carrying a jade plate. On the plate was a bowl of freshly stewed lotus seed soup.

She looked into the room.

Murong Yin had already put down his book. Looking at the lotus flower standing outside the threshold, he smiled and said, "Come in quickly. What are you still doing standing outside?"

Lotus smiled and went inside.

She had been at Murong Manor for over a month and was already familiar with everything there. Her daily routine consisted mainly of taking care of Murong Yin's needs.

Nearly two months.

Hua Chen, the young man with bright eyes like a lake, ignored Murong Yin and Lianhua. Every time he saw Lianhua, he would turn his head away awkwardly, stubbornly remaining silent.

Because Lianhua was never the Xiao Ci who grew up with him as his childhood sweetheart.

The study was filled with a faint scent of pine.

She gently placed the bowl of lotus seed soup on the table, her beautiful face as gentle as water. "Thirteenth Young Master, have some lotus seed soup first. Lotus seeds are very good for the stomach."

Murong Yin nodded, his smile carrying a serene warmth, "You get up early every day to make lotus seed soup for me, so don't work so hard anymore. I'll call you Uncle Zhang..."

"I...I want to do it..."

Lotus, who was tidying up the books on the table, suddenly froze upon hearing Murong Yin's words, raising her head nervously and widening her eyes.

“I want to do something for you, like making lotus seed soup… it’s not tiring at all.”