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“Xin'er, what happened?! Xin'er!?”
Just as Leng Yixuan was about to press forward, his body positioned over the girl beneath him, he suddenly felt her delicate form go limp. When he looked down, he realized that she had fainted.
Seeing this, Leng Yixuan immediately panicked.
“Xin'er, what’s wrong?! Xin'er!?”
He reached out with his Ape Arm and cradled the unconscious girl in his arms, shaking her gently. However, she seemed to be in a deep sleep, her eyes tightly shut, and no matter how much he shook her, she remained unresponsive.
Leng Yixuan's heart raced with anxiety.
Without thinking twice, he shouted toward the outside of the carriage.
“Someone, quickly fetch a doctor!”
“Yes!”
Though they were unaware of the situation inside the carriage, those outside could sense their master’s urgency and hurried off to find a doctor.
Inside the carriage, Leng Yixuan held the unconscious Xin'er close, murmuring anxiously.
“Xin'er, you mustn’t be in trouble. You can’t…”
…
The doctor arrived, and Leng Yixuan had managed to put on both his and Xin'er's clothes.
Xin'er's garments were beyond repair—tattered and insufficient to cover her properly. Therefore, Leng Yixuan wrapped her petite form tightly in his black cloak, ensuring not a hint of her skin was exposed.
Once the doctor arrived, he immediately took Xin'er's pulse. After a moment, he finally spoke under Leng Yixuan's worried gaze.
"The young lady had inhaled the fragrance of a flower known as the Charming Flower. Prolonged exposure to this Charming Flower can heighten desire, but if inhaled too closely, it can turn into an aphrodisiac. Moreover, the scent of the Charming Flower is somewhat harmful to the human body. Coupled with the young lady's excessive worries and a cold she caught earlier, her current fever is a result of inhaling the Charming Flower's fragrance."
The elderly doctor meticulously explained the cause of her condition, causing Leng Yixuan, who was listening nearby, to furrow his brow deeply.
Especially when he heard about her excessive worries, his heart tightened painfully.
In these past two days, his Xin'er must have suffered greatly, living in constant fear. The more he thought about it, the more sorrowful he felt.
"Doctor, please treat her quickly! I don't care how much silver it costs; as long as you can cure her, I will pay anything!" Leng Yixuan said anxiously.
The doctor waved his hand dismissively, signaling Leng Yixuan to calm down.
"There is no need for you to worry too much. The young lady only has a fever. As long as she takes a few doses of medicine and rests well for a few days, she will be fine."
Upon hearing this, Leng Yixuan finally felt the weight lift from his heart.
"Thank you, Doctor."
With that, Leng Yixuan instructed a servant to fetch medicine from the doctor while he stayed by Xin'er's side.
Looking at Xin'er's flushed little face filled him with concern.
…
Xin'er felt an overwhelming chill and heat throughout her body, suffering immensely.
Everything around her was dark, like an endless abyss where she couldn't see her own hand in front of her.
This darkness was terrifying, suffocating, frightening, and helpless.
Xin'er wanted to scream, to shout, but she found that her throat felt as if it were stuffed with cotton. No matter how hard she tried, not a single sound would escape her lips.
This sensation left her feeling utterly powerless and terrified.
Could it be that she was already dead!?
Otherwise, why would everything be so difficult!?
So this is what death feels like—darkness and loneliness.
The more she thought about it, the sadder Xin'er became, and tears streamed down her cheeks.
Moreover, her throat was burning with pain, as if she needed water, desperately needed water...
"Water, water..."
Xin'er didn't know if anyone could hear her or what was happening.
All she felt was a warm stream of liquid slowly being fed into her mouth when she wished for water.
It eased the burning pain in her throat, and before long, she felt much more comfortable.
In the darkness, Xin'er faintly sensed a warm hand gently resting on her forehead, then tightly holding her hands as if to give her strength.
She didn't know who this person was, but the feeling they gave her was so comforting and warm that it made her feel less alone...
After that, Xin'er lost all awareness again. She only knew that she was incredibly tired and soon fell back into darkness...
...
When Xin'er slowly awakened, it felt as though she had been asleep for a century.
Her mind was momentarily clouded, and her body felt soft and weak, unable to muster any strength.
When she finally opened her eyes after resting for a long while and recognized the familiar surroundings, Xin'er felt a jolt in her heart!
This was her room, wasn't it!?
When had she returned!?
A shiver ran through Xin'er as her slightly dazed eyes widened in disbelief.
Her mind raced as she recalled the events leading up to her fainting.
She remembered shopping with Xiao Huan, staying out late while Xiao Huan went to the restroom. She had been waiting for Xiao Huan on the street.
Who would have thought that after waiting for a long time without seeing Xiao Huan return, someone would cover her mouth with a drugged cloth, and she would eventually lose consciousness?
After that, she found herself locked in a dungeon before being sold to a brothel.
In the end, she had fallen asleep in a room, feeling hazy until she realized Xuan had come. But then, she discovered he was not Xuan, and finally...
Xuan!
Just thinking about the last moment made Xin'er's heart tighten, and she suddenly sat up in bed.
However, her arm brushed against something hard and warm, like...
Xin'er gasped in surprise and quickly turned to look, only to be shocked to find another person lying on her bed!
And it was a man!
At that moment, it was clearly already noon.
The bright and warm sunlight streamed in through the open window, illuminating the entire room.
The beaded curtain swayed gently, and the Pear Wood Table and Chairs in the room glimmered under the sunlight, radiating a soft glow.
On the large bed adorned with pink sheets lay a tall man, peacefully asleep.
The warm sunlight enveloped him, making it seem as if he were surrounded by a halo of golden light, evoking a sense of warmth just by looking at him.
At this moment, the man lay on his side, deep in slumber.
He wore only a white Long Robe, and his long hair, as dark as a waterfall, was loosely tied back with a White Hairband, leaving the front strands cascading down over his shoulders.
His relaxed attire gave him an air of a refined and elegant immortal.
However, despite his originally handsome features, there were two noticeable dark circles under his eyes, and stubble covered his face, adding to his weary appearance.
This sight made Xin'er feel a pang of heartache.
Thinking about how he must have tirelessly searched for her during her days of absence, she realized that otherwise, he wouldn't look so haggard.
Moreover, he seemed to have lost quite a bit of weight...
It truly pained her to see him like this.
With these thoughts in mind, Xin'er felt both heartbroken and saddened.
Looking at the man's sleeping face, despite his current weariness and disheveled state, it did nothing to diminish his handsome features; instead, it added an untamed and emotional allure to him...
As these thoughts crossed her mind, a gentle flutter of emotions began to spread within Xin'er’s heart.
Then, she quietly reached out her small hand and slowly brushed it over the man's thick eyebrows.
She wondered if the man was having a nightmare. His handsome brows were gently furrowed together, making her feel a pang of sympathy.
She wanted to gently wipe away the sorrow etched on his face.
And indeed, she did just that.
With her slender fingers, she slowly and tenderly smoothed out the man's frowning brows. After watching him finally relax, a smile gradually appeared at the corners of Xin'er's mouth.
At that moment, the man, who had been sound asleep, slowly parted his lips and began to murmur something.
At first, Xin'er couldn't make out what he was saying, so she leaned closer, pressing her ear to his lips to listen intently. It was then that she heard him repeatedly calling out her name, "Xin'er, Xin'er." Her heart stirred involuntarily.
A wave of warmth and emotion surged within her.
She felt a tingling sensation in her nose and warmth in her eyes.
After all, since her mother passed away, she had taken care of her younger brother at such a young age, and no one had ever held her in such regard.
But this man before her was different.
Originally, they were like two separate worlds, never meant to intersect. He was a figure of great stature—wealthy, powerful, and influential—the richest man in the Celestial Yuan Dynasty. With just a stamp of his foot, the entire dynasty would tremble.
Moreover, he was exceptionally handsome, rivaling Pan An. With just a flick of his finger, countless beautiful women would throw themselves at him.
For someone as remarkable as him to treat her so well left her feeling both cherished and bewildered.
After all, she was someone of such lowly status.
Aside from her decent looks, she truly felt she had nothing to offer.
Her beloved mother had passed away, leaving her with a cold and unfeeling father and a younger brother still in his childhood. She was so ordinary, yet why did he treat her so well?
What was the reason?
Xin'er pondered in her heart.
She felt a mix of emotions towards the man before her—gratitude, affection, but also confusion, anxiety, and unease.
After all, their social statuses were worlds apart; how could she possibly deserve his kindness?
She didn't deserve it...
Xin'er thought to herself, her beautiful dark eyebrows slowly knitting together in worry.
Just then, a soft murmur brushed against her ear—
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