Si Wenjie finally noticed the flash of dark golden lines appearing on the back of Shi Heng's neck.

——That is the sign of the Shi family’s bloodline’s true awakening.

Twenty years ago, his father lost control of this power and dyed the entire river red. That was the mark of Shura, and also the Shi family's...

"Shi Heng..." Si Wenjie said with deep worry.

Shi Heng did not respond, but just looked at Gu Youran quietly, his fingers gently stroking her forehead.

The ward was silent, with only the faint sounds of the instruments.

The moonlight from outside the window poured in, reflecting on Shi Heng's profile, outlining a cold outline.

His figure was like a silent mountain, guarding the fragile figure on the bed.

Si Wenjie knew that from this moment on, Shi Heng was no longer the same Shi Heng.

…

The night is as dark as ink.

The street lights outside the hospital flickered in the cold wind.

Renault leaned against the side of the car, the cigarette butt between his fingertips had long burned out, but he was completely unaware.

His eyes were always fixed on the light in the ward on the fifth floor, as if he could see through the glass and see Gu Youran lying in the halo, pale and quiet.

The phone screen was still on, displaying the video that had just been sent.

A sneer appeared at the corner of his lips.

I just don’t know how crazy Shi Heng will go when he sees this video.

"Sixth Young Master, everything is ready, just waiting for your order." The subordinate reported in a low voice and handed over a mobile phone.

Renault took it, and the cold light from the screen made his jawline as sharp as a knife.

He narrowed his eyes, dialed a number, and spoke in a voice as cold as ice, emphasizing each word:

"Go ahead and deliver the 'gift' to Chu Beiyuan."