The force was so gentle that it seemed as if it would slip away at any moment.
Then, her body went limp, and her head "accidentally" tilted towards Shuangyue on the shore, who was already scared out of her wits. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but in the end, she said nothing and completely lost consciousness.
[Quickly save me, you bastard! Otherwise, I'll really die!]
[Isn't my acting good enough?]
That pale little face finally buried itself in He Ciyuan's corner of the robe, leaving a small patch of wet stain and wrinkles.
The entire garden instantly fell into dead silence.
Everyone's gazes were focused on this strange scene. The maid who was rescued by the Second Young Master by the lake desperately crawled towards her not - so - favored young master.
Was she still determined to be loyal to the end?
He Ciyuan lowered his eyes, looking at the dark water stain on his robe corner, then at Tian Yao, who had fainted.
After a long while, he raised his eyes. His gaze passed over everyone and landed coldly on Shuangyue, who was trembling like a sieve.
He slowly opened his mouth. His voice was not loud, but it was like an icicle in the cold winter, clearly hitting everyone's heart.
"Mo Chen."
"Yes, sir."
"Drag that woman away."
Everyone present surely knew how to deal with her.
...
The charcoal fire in the room was burning vigorously, but it couldn't dispel the chill in the room.
Doctor Zhang of the mansion, with white hair and beard, bent over. Cold sweat was beading on his forehead, and his voice was trembling. "Young Master, Miss Tian Yao seems to have been affected by the cold attacking her heart. The shock she suffered may have damaged her foundation. Even if she wakes up in the future..."
He didn't dare to say the rest.
The man in the wheelchair didn't look at him. His dark, heavy gaze was like a tangible thing, tracing every inch of the bloodless little face on the bed.
"Okay, go out."
Doctor Zhang felt as if he had received an amnesty and immediately packed up his things and left.
"Young Master," Mo Chen silently appeared at the door. "Nanny Li has come from the old lady. She said that if anything happens to this maid Tian Yao, it will be hard to take care of her, so she wants to take her back..."
Whether she could survive after going back would depend on fate.
He Ciyuan raised his eyebrows. His slender fingers gently stroked her cold skin.
That action was not like treating a person, but more like examining a newly acquired precious object with a few flaws.
"Tell her," he said without raising his head, "I have the best medicinal herbs here. Since she was sent here to serve me, she should die here if she has to."
Maybe the old lady originally wanted to use Tian Yao as a spy. Who would have thought that this girl never intended to curry favor with anyone and was only focused on saving money and leaving.
After that, even the nanny sent by the old lady was unceremoniously invited out.
I don't know how long it took, but Tian Yao finally slowly opened her eyes.
Her long and curly eyelashes fluttered like butterfly wings. Her dark pupils were first blank, then quickly focused, and she began to frantically search the room.
He wasn't there...
Wasn't he here?
[Who else can take care of such a delicate me?]
Tian Yao turned her head disappointedly, but noticed that the shadow of the wheelchair was projected not far away, quiet and steady.
A huge sense of fear and grievance suddenly surged like a tide. Even Tian Yao couldn't tell if she was acting or if she really regarded him as a backer.
She suddenly curled up her body, buried her face deeply in the quilt, and her shoulders twitched uncontrollably.
Suppressed, fragmented sobs came from under the brocade quilt, like the whimper of a dying young animal.
She was really aggrieved.
Originally, she just wanted to find a powerful backer in this place and stay away from those she shouldn't get close to, but unexpectedly, everyone wanted to kill her.
He Ciyuan didn't expect Tian Yao to cry so miserably after waking up. The brocade quilt slipped, revealing a slender, pale ankle. The red and purple bruises left by the water plants on it were extremely hideous and terrifying against her snow - white skin.
"Why are you crying? You've been saved, haven't you?" He lowered his voice. There was no blame in it, but a bit more concern.
Tian Yao felt the shadow falling from above. Her crying stopped for a moment, and she slowly raised her head. Her pair of watery eyes directly crashed into He Ciyuan's bottomless eyes.
"Young Master, I almost couldn't see you..."
Woohoo, she might as well cry to death. She really didn't want to stay in this damned place. When would He Ciyuan be capable?
If his legs could get better, it would really be a happy ending for everyone.
Just then, there came a rush of footsteps and Mo Chen's blocking voice outside the door.
"Get out of the way! I'm here to visit Tian Yao!"
The door was suddenly pushed open. He Huaibi rushed in with a dusty look on his face. There was no hiding the guilt and worry on his face.
"Tian Yao! How are you feeling?"
He took three steps in two and rushed to the bedside. Subconsciously, he reached out his hand to feel her forehead temperature.
However, before his hand touched her, the expected scene happened.
"Ah——!"
A short and shrill scream broke the silence in the room.
Tian Yao seemed to see something extremely terrifying. She suddenly shrank back. Due to the excessive movement, she rolled off the other side of the couch and fell heavily on the cold floor.
"Don't touch me!"
She crawled back with her hands and feet until her back hit a hard and cold object - the wheelchair.
The next second, she seemed to have found a life - saving straw. She grabbed He Ciyuan's hanging robe hem frantically and hid behind him, only showing a pair of extremely frightened eyes, staring fixedly at He Huaibi.
That look in her eyes seemed to suggest that he was not the benefactor who came to visit the sick, but a ghost who was going to drag her back into the cold pool.
Time stood still at this moment.
He Huaibi's hand froze in mid - air. The color faded from his face inch by inch.
He couldn't understand. He clearly saved her. Why was she so afraid of him?
"Tian Yao, have you forgotten? It was me who saved you..."
"I know the people in my mansion have done something wrong to you. I've severely punished them. You can rest assured. There won't be such things in the future..."
He Huaibi also felt self - blame.
At first, he just lusted after Tian Yao's lively aura and beauty. But as he got in touch with her and observed her from afar, he found that Tian Yao was actually much better than he had imagined. She was so interesting that he wanted to explore her.
He Ciyuan lowered his eyes and didn't pay attention to He Huaibi's anxiety.
He slowly reached out his hand and tucked the hair scattered on Tian Yao's cheek behind her ear. The action was incredibly gentle.
"Second brother, if you can't control your subordinates' dogs from biting people, don't blame others for being afraid."
"I..."
He Huaibi wanted to say something else, but knew he was helpless. He had no choice but to leave in a hurry.
Forget it. He should deal with those trouble - makers first so that there wouldn't be any more trouble.
Tian Yao just leaned against him and continued to cry softly. She looked as delicate as could be.
He Ciyuan had a strong possessive nature. She was sure of this.
Suddenly, there came a very soft chuckle from above.
Tian Yao's crying stopped.
He Ciyuan lowered his head. His extremely handsome and demonic face enlarged in front of her. The warm breath brushed past her earlobe, bringing a tiny itch.