"Yue'er, Yue'er..."

Who is calling her?

There was a buzzing sound in my ears, carrying an extremely anxious voice.

With a swish, Qing Yue opened her eyes and looked at the beam above her head. She did not move for a long time.

Feng Ling had been standing by the bed, holding Qing Yue's hand tightly. He was almost going crazy, his face was extremely pale. He never expected that such a thing would happen. It was he who used some tricks to send Chu Yan away, and it was also his people who tripped up Chu Yan's people in the dark.

He really didn't mean anything else, he just wanted to take a look at the moon.

Just one glance.

He really missed her. So many days had passed and he was suffering in hopelessness.

He had intended to sneak into the courtyard quietly, but before he could, he saw Yue'er and Madam Rong burning incense. He stood there, his soul sucked out of him, and saw her visibly pregnant belly... She was pregnant with Chu Yan's child.

The shock and despair at that moment overwhelmed him completely.

He couldn't help but walked forward and called Yue'er's name. Facing her cold and even somewhat annoyed eyes, he couldn't say a word and could only watch her turn and leave.

Just like this moment of distraction, something went wrong!

God knows, the moment he saw that 'madman' stabbing Yue'er, his heart stopped beating, and the bright red blood dyed Madam Rong's lapel red. When he saw Yue'er's eyes that instantly turned red and her dull affection, his heart instantly exploded with panic.

Their eyes met, Qing Yue looked at Feng Ling in front of her, and those whistling memories flooded into her mind, making her eyes red.

"Mom, where is my mom?"

Qing Yue said anxiously, shaking uncontrollably. She remembered a lot of blood, a sea of ​​red. Her mother's chest and abdomen were stabbed with a knife.

"Yue'er, don't worry. Madam Rong is fine. She's in the meditation room next door. Her wound has been treated. How are you? Are you feeling unwell?"

Feng Ling asked anxiously.

In desperation, he called her Yue'er.

Qing Yue shook off Feng Ling's hand, got up from the bed, got off the bed, and anxiously walked out of the meditation room.

"Mother, mother..."

Her voice choked with sobs as she saw the door of the Zen room next to her open and a young monk coming out carrying a blood basin. Qing Yue immediately hurried into the room.

At a glance, he saw Rong Wan lying on the couch, unconscious, and Master Yuanji was getting up and walking out.

"Donor Qing, Donor Rong's wound is quite deep, but fortunately the stab missed the target. Donor Rong is not in danger of death, but due to excessive blood loss, he has fallen into a deep sleep. I have already given Donor Rong medicine and bandaged the wound. He will wake up in about half an hour."

Master Yuanji said to Qingyue.

"Thank you, Master."

Qing Yue nodded, walked quickly forward, and came to the side of the bed. Looking at Rong Wan's pale face, Qing Yue's eyes became redder and redder, and tears fell drop by drop.

Three months, her memory was confused for three months.

She abandoned the pain and returned to four years ago.

Escape, the years are peaceful, being with Chu Yan, deceiving myself like a joke.

The whole family took good care of her, fearing that she would be stimulated in the slightest. She lived in this Nanjiao Temple, isolated from the outside world.

What on earth has she forced her family into?

How come my mother's hair has turned so white? Her cheeks are so thin that they are sunken. Her brows are furrowed, and even in a deep sleep, her whole body is uneasy.

"Mom...I'm sorry, I'm sorry..."