The rain grew heavier and heavier, a downpour, a torrential downpour, a deluge that pattered pots and pans.

Lin Bufan quickly ran into the inn to take shelter from the rain and ordered a good room to rest.

Lu Wushuang also ran over. She had no money and couldn't afford a guest room, so she planned to use Lin Bufan's room instead.

Lin Bufan is a germaphobe, so he was temporarily unmoved by Lu Wushuang's dirty beggar clothes.

To be a good Samaritan, he arranged a nice guest room for Lu Wushuang as well.

Money is no object!!

As for Li Mochou and Hong Lingbo, the master and disciple?

Let them get soaked in the rain for a while; it's a form of punishment, in a way.

Whether to kill or not, we'll decide after the rain stops.

It rained for a long time.

Li Mochou and Hong Lingbo endured the wind and rain, and the biting cold in the rain.

Amidst the wind and rain, Li Mochou reminisces about the past, recalling every moment with Lu Zhanyuan, the beautiful and happy times they shared.

Unbeknownst to me, I was overthinking and the cold seeped into my body, and I finally collapsed in the rain.

Lin Bufan stood on the second-floor window and happened to see Li Mochou fall down, causing a strange tremor in his heart.

"What is love in this world that makes people willing to die for it?"

Although Li Mochou was a bad person, it would be a real waste for her to die of illness in the rain like this.

Fine, she has a grudge against Lu Wushuang, but not against me, so I'll let her in for now.

Lin Bufan flew down and carried Li Mochou up.

They discovered that Hong Lingbo had also fainted.

To be a good Samaritan, he asked the waiter to help Hong Lingbo to the inn to take shelter from the rain.

When Li Mochou woke up again, she found herself in Lin Bufan's room, lying on Lin Bufan's bed.

Lin Bufan sat at the table, leisurely drinking tea and reading a book under the lamp.

"You..." Li Mochou asked weakly, puzzled, "Why?"

Lin Bufan remained unmoved, still with his back to Li Mochou: "It's such a pity that such a beautiful and charming girl died in the rain. After all, you are a successor of the Ancient Tomb Sect and Xiaolongnu's senior sister. If you're going to die, you should die with dignity."

Upon hearing this, Li Mochou knew that her life was not in immediate danger, and she breathed a sigh of relief and fell into a deep sleep.

As night fell, I woke up again.

I woke up in pain.

She had a high fever, a splitting headache, and felt extremely unwell.

Lin Bufan remained seated at the table, reading, his back to Li Mochou.

Li Mochou stared at his retreating figure, momentarily mistaking him for someone else—Lu Zhanyuan.

She sat up in bed and reached out, wanting to touch her beloved lover.

She believed that it was Lu Lang.

"What's wrong with you?" Lin Bufan frowned and turned around.

That face was just as handsome and dashing as Lu Lang in Li Mochou's mind, making people both love and hate him.

Yes, he is Lu Lang, he is Lu Lang.

Li Mochou, her head spinning from the fever, jumped out of bed and rushed over to hug Lin Bufan without a second thought.

With eyes full of tenderness and a choked voice, she said, "Lu Lang, don't leave me. I know I was wrong. I shouldn't have blamed you, and I shouldn't have killed the people from your Lu Family Manor."

"Li Mochou, look carefully, I am not Lu Zhanyuan, I am Lin Bufan."

Are you blaming me? Blaming me for not being with you back then?

“I don’t blame you, because I’m not your Lu Zhanyuan.”

Lin Bufan sensed that Li Mochou's physical condition was not right, so he touched her forehead.

Hmm, it's quite hot.

She probably has a fever.

Fine, I'll just go all the way and be a good Samaritan.

Call the waiter over and ask him to prepare some fever-reducing herbal medicine.

After an hour of work, they fed Li Mochou medicine, helped her reduce her fever, and put her to sleep.

The rain outside stopped, and the wind and rain inside the house also stopped.

Knock knock knock!

Suddenly someone knocked on the door.

"who?"

"I."

"Who are you."

"Lu Wushuang".

"What's the matter so late?"

"Li Mochou has disappeared."

Knock knock knock!

Lu Wushuang pounded on the door frantically, her voice urgent: "I forgot to tie her up! She must have released her pressure points herself and run away! Lin Bufan, you have to come with me right now..."

Squeak!

The door opened, and Lin Bufan yawned, saying, "She's here with me."

"Really? That's great." Lu Wushuang picked up his broadsword and said happily, "The rain has stopped, I should send her on her way."

"It's too late, you can't kill her now."

Lin Bufan changed his mind at the last minute, leaving Lu Wushuang completely bewildered. She asked, "Why?"

Lin Bufan said lazily, "For no reason, it just won't work."

"What? You mean...?" Lu Wushuang was shocked and quickly jumped into the house.

Sure enough, Li Mochou was lying on Lin Bufan's big bed, sleeping soundly, her cheeks flushed with happiness.

Lu Wushuang was both angry and helpless, glaring resentfully at Lin Bufan.

During the day, she and Lin Bufan pretended to be husband and wife, but now, Li Mochou is sleeping in Lin Bufan's big bed.

Both were strangers who met by chance, but based on their personal relationships, Lin Bufan would definitely choose to help Li Mochou.

Alas, she will never be able to avenge the massacre of her entire family.