If you fall ill, my heart will ache for you.

Qu Yuan had just woken up and was still a little dazed, staring at Jiang Zeyu, whose reaction was intense.

Jiang Zeyu coughed dryly, “I was just about to cover you with a blanket, but I ended up waking you instead.”

Qu Yuan looked at him curiously, noticing that his ears were already tinged red.

Just now...

“I must have slept for quite a while, right? I’ll go out and see if everyone has started working.”

Jiang Zeyu got up and walked toward the door, his hand gripping the handle.

Suddenly, footsteps sounded behind him, and Qu Yuan reached out and pressed down on the door.

Jiang Zeyu turned around, his back against the door handle, gazing at the person who had drawn so near.

Qu Yuan sized him up openly, his gaze unabashed and direct.

“What—what is it?”

“My grandfather told me,” Shao Yiluo frowned, holding plain water, his hand trembling so badly as he reached out.

Li Gouwa said nothing, walking straight into the restaurant. The moment he entered, his brows knit tightly; the lobby was a chaotic mess, with broken tables, chairs, and shattered bowls littering the floor.

“Look,” Wang Feng gave a slight shake with his internal energy, and Wang Feng’s arm was restored, though two rows of bite marks remained.

Yet, Wang Hu could not fathom it at all. How could such a beautiful woman have such skillful hands?

“Come, it’s time to eat.” Mi Ke called out to Uncle Shao as he approached, deliberately ignoring Shao Yiluo.

How could Qian Tu bear this? He was being utterly ignored! Did they not understand the situation at all? Did they know what kind of predicament he was in, or was it that these people simply had no sense of crisis?

The crowd, hearing the call, sighed to themselves, but hesitated no longer, stepping one by one through the portal of light. In a breath, eight people vanished from view.

Su Rou patted my shoulder, her eyes turning toward Lin Jiahao. I followed her gaze and saw Lin Jiahao chatting idly with Gao Lan off to the side.

At that moment, a waiter approached, carrying two cups of coffee, which she gently placed before Li Gouwa and Wang Bing.

Only the acrid smoke and the lingering flames of battle bore witness to what had just happened.

Qiao Jingjing pulled He Miaomiao’s hand. Ever since He Miaomiao married into the Qiao family, it was the first time Qiao Jingjing had held her hand so carefully as they walked together.

The person approaching stopped ten meters away, emitting a melodious voice.

Watching Chen Qi and the others depart, the county magistrate could not help but spit blood, his face instantly pale as death.

The strategic battleground had become fertile territory, with more than twenty thousand stationed troops—such a domain was one he must take for himself.

They looked around; stone walls blocked their front and back, only two sides offered sudden turns, and with everyone pressed together, retreat could only happen if the rear moved forward in sequence.

Master Chen Tian, the wily advisor, could think of no better plan, his mind racing through thirty-six stratagems, deciding that escape was the best option.

On another bed, reminiscent of a hospital ward, an elderly woman lay barely alive, her eyes wide, unable to speak or move.

So Zhang Li straightened his back, spat toward Chen Qi, and glared fiercely at the approaching villagers.

But with such high-performance motorcycles, riding slowly was a true test of skill—the slower the speed, the greater the challenge, and the more it tested one's technique.

Zhang Zhao had not eaten her fill, forced to wipe her mouth with her hand, leaving it greasy.

“Asleep...” Lin Rui frowned, finally directing his gaze to the tea on the coffee table. After sipping it, his eyes brightened immediately; he lifted the cup to his nose, inhaled the delicate fragrance, feeling comfortable, seeing no obvious abnormalities.

I repeated the meaning of Soul Fiend to everyone. The Unorthodox Master thought the same as me, believing it was indeed Soul Fiend’s plot.

Xie Luyi strode forward, her jade hand pressing on Yue Tu’s occiput, yanking the scant hair he had left.

Even someone as dull as Xiang Donglai could understand: if care was not taken, this heart would fall into Ye Xuan’s possession.

“I understand.” Wang Yao naturally knew that much of what Zhuge Liang did was to protect him, so he said no more.