Murong Qingzhen met his suspicious eyes and nodded slightly. "Dad, your history will not repeat itself with me. My woman will always only remember the time she spent with me. Her past, unless I want it, will never happen again."
Otherwise, anyone can erase it from her memory."
The joke is, we only got along with him for just over a month. There is nothing that he, Bai Yanbing, can compare with.
Murong Yuanhong looked at his son's expression in shock. After a long time, he sighed: "Qingzhen, I know you can't listen to anything you say now. Nothing else matters in your heart except her. But I
I still want to talk one more time, but you have to remember that if the emotional affairs in this world were really as simple and easy to control as you said, then there wouldn’t be so many regrets caused by love."
"As for Bai Yanbing, I have already thought of countermeasures and everything is under control. This time, I must completely resolve the troubles that have plagued our Murong family for hundreds of years."
After saying that, he stood up and wanted to push the door open and leave.
Murong Qingzhen said behind him: "Dad, please leave Bai Yanbing's matter to me. Don't worry. The regret you mentioned will never appear on me."
Jiang Zimo didn't know how long he spent in a state of confusion.
After her fever subsided, it didn't take long before her fever returned again. The alternating effects of chills and fever made her already weak body even more tormented. She was covered in damp cold sweat and her long, disheveled hair was wet.
The cold and clammy feeling made it impossible for her to sleep peacefully.
The servant fed her the pills ordered by Murong Qingzhen, and the process continued over and over again. When she woke up, she no longer knew how much time had passed.
The servants fed her food, but she didn't even want to open her mouth. Nausea, low-grade fever, and burning heat in her stomach made her completely listless.
There were thick velvet curtains in the room, and the beige window screens hung down to the carpet. In the dim light, she couldn't tell whether it was day or night outside.
In the boundless darkness, her heart, which was on the verge of collapse, suddenly began to look forward to the appearance of Murong Qingzhen.
She even wondered if she could beg him to give her a happy death.
No matter what, it's better than the situation now, the endless torture and endless lethargy.
Occasionally when she was awake, she would remember what kind of potion he had injected into herself before? A chronic poison? Or something else that could torture people?
After all, for Murong Qingzhen, who graduated from the Princeton Department of Medicine, he definitely had the talent to let her suffer torture before dying.
Snapped!
The door that imprisoned her opened, and the bright and soft light in the corridor cut through the dark corner without any obstruction, splitting the coldness in the room.
Murong Qingzhen, who looked like a tall figure in a suit, was standing on the edge of the light. The way he looked at her was intriguing, full of judgment, contemplation, and doubt.
"Why don't you turn on the light?" He stepped into the cold darkness and closed the door behind his back, but did not reach out to turn on the light. He just asked lightly and even politely.
Jiang Zimo said nothing. Now, she suddenly felt a little afraid of this man who was completely unfamiliar to her.
He walked to the bed and stopped, staring at her face intently, with a hint of surprise finally showing on her face.