Sikong Wuyou, while feeling heartache, also breathed a sigh of relief.
Fortunately, this girl isn’t in any serious trouble, otherwise...
Otherwise what, Sikong Wuyou couldn’t comprehend himself.
Touching the area of his heart, at the thought of such a possibility, his heart felt as if a gap had opened, empty and inexplicable.
But fortunately, fortunately, she isn’t in any serious trouble.
As for taking good care of herself for the next few years, that’s not an issue.
In the future, he will definitely watch over her well, never allowing her to harm herself in any way...
When An Ning woke up again, she found herself lying in a room.
Strange yet familiar.
Because, it was Sikong Wuyou’s room.
She had slept here once before.
Turning her head to look outside, it was already completely dark, and inside the room was bright due to the lit oil lamp.
The wrist she had cut was still throbbing with pain, An Ning suddenly rembered, wondering if a miracle happened after Yan drank her blood.
The panic in her heart made her disregard her own body, forcing herself to sit up from the bed.
However, just as she made a slight movent, she was pressed down by Sikong Wuyou.
"Be honest, lie down properly and don’t move, do you not want your life anymore?" Sikong Wuyou’s voice was full of reprimand, also showing just how much he blad An Ning at that mont.
Only then did An Ning realize that Sikong Wuyou was leaning on the edge of the bed.
"How is my mother? How is she?" Yet, this was the question An Ning was most concerned about.
Sikong Wuyou sneered coldly, "No matter what, it’s better than how you are now. You just stay here, quietly recuperating, don’t think about anything else..." After a pause, he added, "And don’t ever do anything to harm yourself again!"
An Ning was silent for a mont, still unwilling to let go of her worries, asking, "Then can you first tell , how is my mother?"
Anger inevitably rose in Sikong Wuyou’s heart, "An Ning, when will you consider ?"
An Ning looked at him with wide eyes, her face pale due to blood loss, in stark contrast to her usual lively self, there was now a fragile texture.
Looking pitifully.
Yet it invoked both compassion and anger.
Eventually, Sikong Wuyou was defeated, having to soften his voice, saying, "Although I don’t know why you made your mother drink your blood, if I hadn’t discovered it in ti back then, you might have bled out and died. Did you not think about this when you cut your wrist?"
An Ning’s gaze flickered for a mont, she truly hadn’t thought it, because at that ti, she had cast life and death aside.
She had considered this thod as the only way to save Yan, all her thoughts at that ti, were only about wanting Yan to survive, without ever thinking about whether she would die as a result.
Or perhaps, she didn’t have ti to think.
However, seeing Sikong Wuyou’s earnest and sorrowful eyes, it made An Ning feel extrely guilty, "I’m sorry, Wuyou, I didn’t think much at that ti, I just wanted... just wanted to save my mother!"
"Haven’t I told you, I have a way to save her, it just takes so ti, An Ning, can you be less impulsive when doing things, can you consider others more?"
It’s not that he, as a man, is too petty, rather, love arises without knowing, yet is already deep.
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