She walked quietly in the rain, fine droplets falling on her. The rain was cool, the wind light, gently brushing her cheek. Before her eyes was a white, misty haze.
Xing Tuo felt as if all the strength had been drained from his body, his limbs soft and weak, as if lying on cotton, his entire body floating and unable to move.
It was sevoflurane.
Xing Tuo knew that the handkerchief contained an extremely high concentration of sevoflurane, which was his only consciousness before passing out.
It was an inhalation anesthetic, quick to numb but also quick to wear off. As the anesthetic’s effects gradually weakened in his body, his consciousness began to clear. His heavy eyelids moved, trying to open his dry eyes.
Using all his strength, his eyes finally opened slowly, and a familiar figure flashed before his eyes…
Chapter 108: Brother’s Lover
“Qian Li…” a weak moan escaped his lips. Immediately, he felt a sting in his arm, and a strong dizziness swept over his head. His eyes uncontrollably closed again. He felt exhausted, utterly tired, but he couldn’t fall asleep. Qian Li was waiting for him, and their child…
Qian Li…
His blood flowed quietly…
Numb, powerless…
Flowing…
He eventually fell into a deep sleep…
In his dream, he seemed to return to that evening with a faint gardenia fragrance, and that moonlit night when she said, “Xing Tuo, I love you.”
At the same time, in front of the ancestral home of the Xing family, Xing Yun dragged her huge suitcase down from the taxi alone. Yes, she was fleeing back to her home country. She had simply had enough – she had endless commercials every day and hadn’t taken a break for several months. After careful consideration, she thought of this ancestral home that no one knew about, not even her closest agent. So she made a decisive decision, packed her bags and escaped…
The thought of her agent Anna’s expression when she discovers her disappearance made her unable to suppress a laugh.
“The advertisement she took on, she can go shoot it herself!” Xing Yun sneered coldly.
In front of the garden gate of the ancestral home, the towering trees were still lush, concealing the deep courtyard.
The housekeeper Deng Ma came to open the door, a hint of a smile appearing on her serious face: “Young Miss.”
