ow voice, "Don't let Fu Yan know."Suddenly, the door to the study was pushed open from outside with a bang, hitting the wall. Huo Mingzheng instinctively got up and walked over, supporting Fu Yan who...Fu Yan sat on the sofa.

The commentator on TV was discussing a foreign match, bringing up Qi Lin's previous thrilling game.

She had watched the live stream, but that day she was in a bad mood, teary-eyed, and only finished watching Qi Lin's match while listening to the radio played by the taxi driver. In fact, she hadn't paid much attention to the game itself.

Looking back, that game was not an easy win for Ji Lin.

Nobody knows better than Fu Yan how much effort Ji Lin put into winning the championship. For years, he trained tirelessly through bitter winter and scorching summer, running early every morning and practicing with swordsmanship, gritting his teeth. His originally beautiful and slender hands were now adorned with countless scars.

He has many minor and major injuries on his body.

He stood on the field, agile and graceful, every movement a testament to the sweat and toil that had earned him this glory.

But now he lies in a hospital bed, hooked up to cold, lifeless machines, possibly never to wake again.

She hadn't heard Ji Lin call her "Xiao Yan'er" in a long time, and she even started to miss the days when Ji Lin scolded her. If Ji Lin woke up, she would be willing to listen to him nag every day, she would definitely listen to Ji Lin, and never make him angry again.

Fu Yan slumped back, throwing the remote down in defeat. She covered her face with her hands.

Cao Yuan showed her the on-site inspection report, it was an accident, and relevant departments had covered it up.

Why won't she believe it, accept this reality Was it really just an accident

She leaned against the sofa, replaying every detail of what had happened over and over in her mind. She wasn't sure when she fell asleep, or maybe she didn't sleep at all. Perhaps she was just too exhausted, experiencing a state of mental fatigue.

She was later awakened by a sudden wave of inexplicable anxiety. She opened her eyes and found herself lying in someone's arms, smelling a faint scent of aquatic fragrance.

The room was dark, but she recognized him as Huo Mingzheng.

"Just keep sleeping, I'll carry you back to bed."

Huo Mingzheng's voice sounded unusually hoarse and low in the dead of night.

Just as he was about to put Yan into down, she wasn't sure if it was her imagination, but she seemed to smell a faint metallic scent, as if coming from Huo Mingzheng.

"You..."

In the darkness, Huo Mingzheng tucked the blanket around her and whispered, "Go to sleep."

As if lulled to sleep by a hypnotic whisper, Fu Yan slept through it all.

The next day, and the day after, Fu Yan hadn't seen Huo Mingzheng again.

Only in the dead of night, she hazily felt someone sitting beside her stroking her face. She couldn't mistake that faint scent of aquatic tranquility.

He could wait for her to open her eyes, but there was nothing.

Even that night when she was carried back to her room by Huo Mingzheng, it felt like a hallucination.

At breakfast time, Lao Guan looked at her with hesitation.

Fu Yan suddenly glanced at him.

He hurriedly said, "The old man is seriously ill, and Mr. Huo has to take care of the company's affairs every day. He runs back and forth between the hospital and the company, leaving early and returning late. It's normal that you don't see him."

Fu Yan took a pause, her hand holding the chopsticks stiffening. "You don't need to tell me these things."

Luo Guantao shut his mouth sheepishly.

After breakfast, she had Luo Gu manage call Qin Heng. Ji Lin was still asleep.

Qin Heng didn't say much.

"Lo housekeeper took back her phone, worried she wasn't feeling well. "It's a rare sunny day today. Why don't you go sit in the glass greenhouse"

Fu Yan's heart was filled with unease. She shook her head and said, "I'm going upstairs to rest. Please don't disturb me."

Lao Guanjia knew she was feeling down and saw her upstairs. He then told the maids to be quiet when doing their work so that Miss Fu could have a good rest.uestion, "Wouldn't there be an ambush""Yes," Cao Yuan replied crisply, "it's Mr. Huo."But Cao Yuan hoped she could keep it a secret.Xia Xia was conflicted. Last time, she had lied to Fu Yan, and telli...