ng Qianqian suddenly turned around, her tears scattering in the air like broken pearls.
Each one, crystal clear.
Her eyes were filled with helplessness and confusion, shock and disbelief.
Her vision was already blurred.
All she could see was a commanding figure.
He walked towards her slowly, ten steps, nine steps, eight steps...
He gradually approached.
The clouds finally couldn’t bear the weight, tearing open a narrow gap, rain falling in a continuous sprinkle, making her already blurry vision even harder to see clearly.
She tried to open her eyes wide, watching him co right before her, watching him slowly squat down, reaching out as if he wanted to gently touch her face.
A lump rose in her throat, making her choke on her words: "Father... is that you..."
The hand paused.
She sobbed uncontrollably, pressing her rain-soaked, cold cheek against his palm.
"Father... Little Nine misses you so much..."
"I’m sorry... Little Nine ca too late... let you be imprisoned for so many years..."
"Little Nine should have co to rescue you earlier..."
"Little Nine..."
Blood rushed to her head, her breath stopped, she could no longer support herself, and as her vision went black, she collapsed.
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ng Qianqian awakened amidst a cacophony of birdsong and the fragrance of flowers, opening her eyes to find herself lying inside a bamboo house, on a bed laid with thick bedding.
She rembered seeing her father in the heavy rain, and then she lost consciousness, to awaken only now.
The rain had stopped, yet the air did not carry the freshness of the earth after rain.
Here, it hadn’t rained for at least three days.
So, had she been unconscious for too long, or was she no longer in the West City?
Creak—
The door of the bamboo house was pushed open, and a maid entered, carrying a bowl of dicinal soup.
Seeing that ng Qianqian was awake, she said nothing more, just placed the soup on the table, and then retreated.
ng Qianqian sat up, sniffed the soup, and glanced at the pastries on the side.
She first ate two pieces of pastry to fill her stomach, then drank the dicinal soup, sip by sip.
After that, she looked down at her own clothes.
They were no longer what she wore before she fainted.
However, she did not panic.
She set the empty bowl down.
At this mont, another person entered the bamboo house.
He was a noble gentleman, as gentle as jade, dressed in a sky-blue long robe, holding a green flute, with a cinnabar mole on his forehead, his temperant was ethereal and stunning.
"Young lady, you’re awake."
He spoke warmly, "Your clothes were changed by my maid."
ng Qianqian said, "Thank you, sir."
The man said, "It was just a small effort, but young lady, you are pregnant. Why did you faint at the edge of a cliff? Could it be that you encountered an insurmountable difficulty, and couldn’t think things through for a mont?"
As he ntioned this, he apologized with a smile, "I didn’t an to pry into your private matters, just that I don’t want you to do anything foolish again."
ng Qianqian said, "Sir is very considerate and even prepared fetus-preserving dicine for . I have no way to repay you."
The man shook his head with a smile, "As I said, it was a small effort. I just happened to pass by, and if I had ignored it, my conscience wouldn’t be at ease. If you truly wish to thank , then cherish your life well."
ng Qianqian looked at him, "Sir speaks reasonably."
The man said, "Ah, that’s right, I don’t know where your ho is?"
ng Qianqian said, "Loulan."
The man was surprised, "You’re from Loulan?"
ng Qianqian calmly said, "Yes, my mother is from Loulan, so I should be too."
The man laughed, "What a coincidence, so am I."
ng Qianqian stared at him intently, "Is it really a coincidence, or did you do it on purpose?"
Man: "Young lady, I don’t understand what you an—"
ng Qianqian enunciated his na, "Shan, Cheng."
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