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This kind of Lu Yubei was something Xiaoqiao had never seen before.

The strength in his hands was great, almost without mercy, causing Xiaoqiao's lower jaw to ache. With that kind of strength, it was as though he wanted to massage her down to the marrow of his bones.

His kiss was as domineering and sharp as a torrential storm. It was full of the feeling of plundering, and it didn't have the usual tender affection for women.

However, Xiaoqiao did not dodge nor did she cry out in pain. Instead, she took the initiative to hug Lu Yubei tightly.

Xiaoqiao replied as she wrapped her arms around Lu Yubei's sturdy waist. She was firm and persistent, without any hesitation.

Although it was a kiss, Xiaoqiao's heart was in pain, it was so painful.

His Yubei, something must have happened to him and he must be extremely hurt. He definitely wouldn't do this to me.

But? She actually didn't know anything, and was actually so powerless. This kind of feeling made Xiaoqiao feel extremely uncomfortable.

She wanted to understand, to understand more about him.

He wanted to know all of his displeasure, and he also wanted to know how he was going to be able to contribute to his happiness.

This man who had given her so much love, warmth, and affection, who was also the most important man in her life, made her very vexed. She also blamed herself for not being able to help him when he was at his lowest emotional state.

"Xiaoqiao, don't... Never. " Lu Yubei loosened his grip on Xiaoqiao a little, and said with a voice that made one's heart ache: "Don't leave me."

The current Lu Yubei was no longer as handsome and confident as before. Instead, he was calm and collected. He was frantic and eager.

His hands tightly held onto Xiaoqiao's face, stroking it again and again with force. What he said to Xiaoqiao wasn't so much a whisper of love, but rather a roar of pain and venting of pain.

The blood veins in his eyes, were so clear in his eyes, it was blood red and terrifying, just looking at it made Xiaoqiao's heart ache.

"Yubei, I'm here, I've always been here, I won't leave you." Xiaoqiao's gentle voice consoled Lu Yubei, wanting him to feel a little better.

"Yubei, no matter what happens, as long as you still want me, I will … "Always." Xiaoqiao said as he stood up on his tiptoes. It stuck close to Lu Yubei's warm cheek.

Actually, she was in pain too, and she was in pain too.

She thought of her mother, remembered her mother's miserable death, and also thought of Yan Zhenguo's heartlessness.

"Xiaoqiao, Xiaoqiao..." Lu Yubei's voice shouted out Xiaoqiao's voice over and over again, as if she would be much more at ease this way.

"Yubei, I'm here."

Lu Yubei held her face and pressed her slender body against the wall. His urgent kiss once again descended like a violent storm.

This time, he was much more gentle. However, he was still somewhat domineering as he madly attacked.

Even so, Xiaoqiao could still feel the panic, loneliness, and... Layers of an aura of grief surrounded her, and she even detected a hint of despair.

What is it?

What was it?

Yubei, who could injure her, was so deep.

Xiaoqiao's heart, was in extreme pain.

Whether it was his uneasiness, his anxiety, or his insanity, she had accepted them all. Since she, Yan Xiaoqiao, could endure the care and love of this man, then naturally, could also endure all of his imperfections as well.

There had never been a perfect person in this world.

There is no perfect love, the best love, all have mutual understanding, tolerance and joint progress, need to wear and tear, more need time and difficult test.

But she wasn't afraid.

This was the man that she, Yan Xiaoqiao, had chosen, and also the love that she, Yan Xiaoqiao, wanted. In the years to come, no matter what happened, she would firmly accompany him.

Don't say things like "leave" his side.

Even if he, Lu Yubei, was a "fugitive", she, Yan Xiaoqiao, would still carry her luggage and accompany him in fleeing for her life without hesitation.

At this moment, nothing mattered.

With him, that was good; with him, that was her whole world.

When Lu Zihe came out of the ward, he could almost see the two people kissing passionately on the long corridor.

From his point of view, Lu Yubei was pressing Xiaoqiao down strongly on the wall and giving him a lingering kiss. The two were so engrossed that they had forgotten about each other … Even when he came out of the ward, neither of them noticed that he was still in their world.

Lu Zihe withdrew his gaze without any change in his expression, and without disturbing him, he turned around. He quietly walked toward the bathroom.

After he finished, Lu Zihe washed his hands and suddenly raised his head. His pair of dark and malicious eyes stared unwaveringly at himself in the mirror.

The scene of the two embracing and kissing just now had reverberated in his mind like a magic spell, and he couldn't get rid of it.

Inscribed...

Lu Zihe's eyes were dark and cold.

"Hua Hua …" The sound of water was enough to make people shudder.

His father was his grandparents' favorite son, and he was the appointed successor. After his father died, he was the most beloved grandson of the Lu family, and … The only one.

As long as he asked, he believed that his grandparents would do their best to help him.

Since he was young, he, Lu Zihe, had nothing that he could not obtain.

As for Yan Xiaoqiao, he was even more unconvinced.

Moreover, Yan Xiaoqiao was supposed to be his wife, one of his people.

It was all my second uncle's fault. He was the one who tried to seize my love with his blade, disregarding ethics and etiquette, stealing away Xiaoqiao. The one who was at fault was my second uncle, not me, Lu Zihe.

Since it was something that was destined to belong to him, then he, Lu Zihe, must think of every means possible to obtain it.

No matter...

No matter what price he had to pay, as long as he could obtain what he wanted, he, Lu Zihe, would not hesitate either.

Lu Zihe took a deep breath, looked at himself in the mirror again, and came out of the washroom. His face changed back to a sorrowful and sorrowful expression, and he didn't say a word.

It was as though the man with the terrifying and dark expression in front of the mirror just now wasn't him.

At this moment …

Lu Rui slid in with his wheelchair. His expression was still calm and gentle.

"Zihe..." Lu Rui looked at Lu Zihe and spoke softly.

"Third Uncle, do you need help?" Lu Zihe looked at the wheelchair he was sitting on and asked.

"I can do it myself." Lu Rui rejected her.

"Then Third Uncle, I'll go see mother first." Lu Zihe said as he walked towards the door.

"Yes. Right now, you're really making the best use of your time to get along with sister-in-law and cherish the last bit of time. Otherwise …" Lu Rui lamented, and did not say the rest of his words at the right time.

It created a very good suspense, and also caught Lu Zihe's interest.

"Last?" Lu Zihe walked closer to Lu Rui and asked, his expression becoming extremely ugly: "Third Uncle, what did you mean by that?"