Although Ah Xiu didn't know what the torture hall was, she could guess from the name that it was definitely not a good place. If she went there, she might not come out alive.
"Master, I know I was wrong. Please forgive me this time. I really know I was wrong." She begged while crying.
"Cousin, please plead for me, cousin..."
Ah Xiu was taken away by the iron guards, and her shrill cries echoed through the night.
Zuo Fei stood facing the stairs, looking at the child being carried down by the servant. He said in surprise, "Young Master."
An Zhenxiong and Aunt Hong turned their heads subconsciously.
"Grandpa." After taking the medicine, An Ci's face was still pale. She stretched out her hand towards An Zhenxiong, looking pitiful.
An Zhenxiong felt extremely distressed and quickly walked over to her and held her in his arms. "Grandpa is here. Is Xiaoci feeling better? Are you still feeling unwell?"
An Ci tilted his head and leaned on An Zhenxiong's shoulder. "I feel uncomfortable everywhere. Grandpa, is Xiao Ci going to die?"
"Don't talk nonsense about life or death." An Zhenxiong touched her head and spoke softly, afraid to scare her. "Grandpa is here, and nothing will happen to Xiao Ci."
"But I have no strength in my body. I'm afraid I won't be able to go to class in a while." An Ci buried his head in the crook of his neck and said in a muffled voice.
"If that's the case, will Grandpa be angry with Xiao Ci? Will he stop loving Xiao Ci?"
"Of course not." Still frightened by her vomiting blood just now, An Zhenxiong just wanted her to get better soon, and nothing else mattered.
"Xiao Ci, have a good rest. There's no rush for classes. We can go whenever Xiao Ci wants to."
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