When Ai Yu returned home, it was already completely dark.

Jigong is no longer a school. At Qian Cheng's invitation, Zhao Liuer also temporarily lives in the Qian family.

To Qian Tai, it was like having another daughter, and she was as worry-free and well-behaved as Ai Yu.

Because he didn't know Ai Yu would come back, the housekeeper was a little surprised: "Miss, you..."

Before he could finish his words, he saw Ai Yu spit out a mouthful of dark blood from his mouth and fell to the ground.

"Miss!" The housekeeper screamed in fear, his body shaking uncontrollably and almost falling to his knees. He hurriedly called the handyman to come and take care of her, and hurriedly went to find a doctor and report to Qian Cheng.

"Master, something bad has happened! The young lady is back, but she looks seriously injured. I have sent people to guard there, and no one dares to move. Please go and see her!" The butler said anxiously.

When Qian Cheng heard this, he stood up suddenly as if struck by lightning and ran towards the gate without hesitation.

Ai Yu did not faint, but her face was so pale that it was heartbreaking, as if a gust of wind could blow her down.

She raised her head with difficulty, and happened to meet Qian Cheng's eyes as he walked down from the upstairs. Despite this, she still managed to force a smile: "Brother, don't worry, I'm fine."

Qian Cheng squatted in front of Ai Yu with a distressed look on his face. He wanted to reach out and touch Ai Yu's face, but he retracted his hand.

He asked angrily and helplessly, "You still call this okay? How badly injured do you have to be to be considered serious? Is the injury serious? Can a regular doctor treat it? And what about your summoning technique? Why don't you use it?"

Ai Yu coughed lightly a few times and replied weakly, "There's really no need to see a doctor. I'm fine. I'm just... too tired and need a good rest."

The star beasts have retreated, and everyone in the Xia Kingdom can have a good rest.

As soon as she finished speaking, she slowly closed her eyes. She was indeed exhausted, with dark circles under her eyes and a pale complexion.

Zhao Liuer just ran out and was about to speak, but after hearing the following words, she closed her mouth, walked over quickly, and made eye contact with Qian Cheng.

Qian Cheng understood what Zhao Liuer was asking and signaled Zhao Liuer not to speak yet.

Fortunately, the house is carpeted, so it’s okay for Ai Yu to lie down for a while.

After taking Zhao Liu'er and the housekeeper to a room a little further away, Qian Cheng frowned and asked, "Housekeeper, where's the doctor you called? Is it a Western doctor or a Chinese doctor?"

The housekeeper's mind still didn't react at this moment, but he had already answered reflexively: "Western medicine."

"Then tell him not to come. Let's quickly find a skilled Chinese medicine doctor. Also, don't move Ai Yu for now. Cover her with a blanket first." Qian Cheng ordered in a somewhat anxious tone.

"Okay, young master." The butler responded and turned to leave.

After the housekeeper left, Qian Cheng pounded the wall hard, his face full of regret. Zhao Liu'er, who was standing by, saw this and gently patted Qian Cheng on the shoulder, saying, "Brother, don't blame yourself too much."

Qian Cheng smiled bitterly and shook his head: "How can I not blame myself? My Sariel can't do anything..." His voice was full of pain and helplessness.

Zhao Liuer sighed softly, "Oh, you can't think like that, can you? What's that saying? Don't refrain from action because your strength is limited, and don't refrain from doing something because the task is small. It's enough for everyone to contribute their best efforts and do one thing well.

Your Sariel may not be able to fight, but you have brains. You tried your best to do your best, which is already great. I can't let you face a super star beast, right?

Qian Cheng leaned against the wall, his face gray. "I understand the truth, but I still blame myself and feel a deep sense of powerlessness."

Zhao Liu'er leaned against the wall, tiptoed on one leg, looked at the gorgeous lights above her head, and continued, "From a grain of rice to a drop of water, a brick, to a tree, their functions are the same.

From an individual perspective, a drop of water can only remain dry if it merges into the ocean; a brick can only be valuable if it is built into a building; and a tree can only stop feeling sorry for itself if it grows into a forest.

Qian Cheng couldn't help but be speechless: "Don't comfort me with politics..."

Zhao Liu'er was a little surprised: "Ah? Is it that obvious?"

"You're saying exactly what's in the book."

Zhao Liuer: ...

"Ahahaha...really? Ouch!" She slapped Qian Cheng on the shoulder. "I'm not good at comforting people. Anyway, brother, you're useful! Without you, how could I live in this villa, right? Don't feel sorry for yourself."

Qian Cheng turned his face away, but couldn't help but correct him, "That's pronounced as 'zi lian zi ai' (self-pity, self-reproach, self ...

Zhao Liuer: ...

"I...I...I'll go see Ai Yu. You're a grown man, cheer yourself up." Zhao Liuer coughed and left with her hands behind her back.

The next day, the official document announcing the withdrawal of the Star Beasts was distributed nationwide.

Ling Shuangxi's frayed nerves finally relaxed slightly. She reached out and turned off the large computer, and all six screens went dark. Then, she gently massaged her temples with her fingers and looked out the window.

At this moment, the clock pointed to five o'clock, the sun had quietly risen, and the soft morning light shone on her face.

The scenery outside the window is clearly visible, the trees and birds in the distance are quiet and beautiful in the morning light.

Ling Shuangxi felt a rare sense of tranquility, and the corners of her mouth curled up slightly. It was a long-lost smile, with a hint of morning freshness and joy.

Ai Yu really did it.

It’s a rare good day, let’s go see my sister.

Ling Shuangxi got up, left a message, and went to the sanatorium.

There were almost no people on the road in the early morning. Ling Shuangxi walked all the way there. When she arrived, it was already past six o'clock. The sanatorium had not yet opened its gate, but the security guard was there and let Ling Shuangxi in.

"Dad, why are you here?" Ling Shuangxi was a little surprised to see Ling Zheng when she entered the room.

Ling Zheng was even more surprised: "Shuangxi, why are you here? Why don't you take advantage of your free time to rest? I heard that the star beasts have been attacking. As the commander, you must be very busy."

Ling Shuangxi shook her head: "The star beasts have retreated."

She came and sat down next to Ling Zheng, her eyes falling on her sister.

Ling Zheng's back was a little hunched, Ling Shuang saw it clearly in his eyes, and his nose felt a little sore. He vaguely remembered that Ling Zheng had run to the Qimen headquarters and loudly questioned:

You have already controlled Shuangxi's personal freedom, do you still want to control her emotional freedom? She is a human being, not your tool. Judge, to put it nicely, is just a dog at your disposal.

The Judge...

Now, she is no longer.

"Dad, come have dinner with me later."