Ji Mofan glanced at them; the two people left behind were a mute and a deaf man.
As Ji Mofan approached, the two servants merely glanced at him before quietly lowering their eyes and continuing their sweeping work.
The door was ajar.
The wooden door creaked open, and a warm breeze rushed in. Ji Mofan frowned slightly, but still stepped inside.
The room was decorated much the same as when he last came; even the wedding silks hadn't been completely removed, and the areas that didn't affect usability were still decorated like a wedding room.
No wonder Ning Weisheng, in his desperation when he couldn't find Qi Fengyu, went to ask Ji Mofan, who was completely unrelated to him, if he had any clues.
Qi Fengyu is deliberately misleading everyone.
Layers of bed curtains hung down, shrouding the bed in darkness even in broad daylight. Ji Mofan reached out and pushed aside these layers of obstruction, finally seeing Qi Fengyu's true face.
He lay in bed, his brow still furrowed even in deep sleep.
Occasionally, cold sweat would trickle from his forehead into his hair, clearly indicating that he was being tormented by nightmares.
But no matter what he did, he couldn't wake up.
Ji Mofan sighed and gently tapped his forehead.
Qi Fengyu seemed to sense something in his sleep.
In this sweltering room, he desperately sought that touch of coolness, but unfortunately, his body was as if he were experiencing sleep paralysis, and no matter how much he longed for it, he was powerless to do so.
His furrowed brows deepened.
He felt the pleasant coolness gently relaxing his brow.
A tear unexpectedly slid down the corner of her eye.
"...Mother."
He suddenly murmured something indistinctly.
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