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C1255

"Why would he do that? Could it be that he has a grudge with Grandfather? "

The mist in Lin Ange's eyes evaporated as the anger in her heart rose.

"Little Uncle was framed six years ago. Did he discover something? That's why Lin Yifei …"

A series of questions swirled in Lin Ange's mind.

One ring was tied to the other, and its roots were intertwined.

Lin Yifei was truly terrified, and transferred two-thirds of the Helan Family away step by step.

Such a person deserved to die.

"This won't do. With so many assets that have been lost for no reason, I must think of a way to get them back."

The light in Lin Ange's eyes darkened. The mist in her eyes had dissipated by more than half. She clenched her hands into fists and pressed her nails into her palms.

Hatred overshadowed the pain in his heart.

His heart was covered with a heavy haze.

Lin Ange sat alone on the sofa for a long time, unable to calm down.

Ye Zichen raised his eyebrows and looked at the time.

The hour hand was already pointing to ten o'clock at night.

Lu Yiyao still hadn't returned.

There wasn't even a phone or text message.

"What is he up to these days?"

Lin Ange frowned as she thought to herself.

Even though 'the Lu's' had a lot of businesses, it was about time for him to come back.

She could not sleep, so she sat on the sofa and waited for him.

He did not know how long he waited, but his eyelids felt heavy and his body leaned back. He gradually fell into a half asleep dream.

A solitary moon hung high in the sky.

The moonlight was bright and serene.

Everything in the world was enveloped in a cold and ethereal light.

The night was beautiful.

It was hazy and mysterious.

Lin Ange didn't know why she suddenly reached the Qingfeng Cliff.

Under the moonlight, the trees were mottled and the pine needles shone with a cold light.

The night wind blew, causing the forest to shatter one after another.

In the distance, the melodious sound of a flute could be heard.

Lin Ange stood barefooted on a large stone of the Qingfeng Cliff, with her slightly curly hair and white dress draped over her shoulders. There were no weeds or trees around.

She began to dance slowly to the sound of the flute.

Her graceful dance made all living beings quieten down, and even Yun Xi Jiang, who was flowing endlessly under Qingfeng Cliff, became a lot gentler.

The sound of the flute gradually grew louder as it approached.

Lin Ange spun faster and faster, her skirt fluttering in the wind. Her bare ankles were mesmerizing.

As she turned, her toes slowly left the ground.

Not long later, he was floating in mid air.

"This …"

Lin Ange was startled, her clear eyes flustered and helpless.

She tried to let herself down, but there was a great buoyancy in the air that lifted her higher and higher.

His body began to tilt as he dashed toward the bright moon in a manner reminiscent of Chang'e running towards the moon.

"Peace …"

The deep, cold male voice was indistinct.

"…"

"Peace …"

The voice came again. This time, it was much clearer.

"Lu Yiyao …"

Lin Ange's heart tightened as if a needle had stabbed into it.

"An An, come back quickly …"

His voice was anxious and uneasy.

"Hubby …"

Lin Ange lowered her gaze and looked down.

Astonishingly, on the large rock that she had just stood on stood a tall and straight figure in armor.

He tilted his head back, and the moonlight fell on his face, covering it with a faint layer of brilliance.

Even though they were separated by a great distance, Lin Ange could clearly see the eager light that flashed in his black pupils.

"An An, come back quickly …"

Perhaps seeing her lower her head, his voice rose a lot higher.

"Hubby, I …"

Lin Ange struggled, wanting to get down. However, the buoyancy in the air became heavier and heavier. No matter how hard she tried, she was unable to descend.

"Peace …"

Lu Yiyao, who was standing on a rock, tried to jump and chase her.

No matter how hard he tried, he was unable to soar into the sky.

A trace of despair slowly emerged in his eyes.

"Peace …"

"Hubby …"

Lin Ange reached out her hand to him, tears sliding down the corners of her eyes. Tears ran down the corners of his mouth, cold and bitter.

The moonlight was getting brighter and brighter. Lin Ange felt that it was a bit dazzling. Her tears started pouring down her face one by one.

The two of them fell into endless despair.

"Ge'er …"

A gentle male voice pierced Lin Ange's eardrums, causing her heart to tremble.

"Little Uncle …"

It was unknown when, but a person suddenly appeared beside her.

If this wasn't Helan Xi, then who else could it be?

He was dressed in gray silk clothes, and he looked even more majestic and elegant under the moonlight. He affectionately called out to Lin Ange again.

"Ge'er …"

"Little Uncle …"

Lin Ange's frightened eyes revealed a hint of surprise. Her black hair fluttered on her face and the hem of her skirt seemed to be dancing in the wind.

"Ge'er, go down …"

Helan Xi raised his hand and combed her long hair that fluttered in the wind, then smiled warmly.

"Little Uncle, I can't go down there anymore …"

Lin Ange said anxiously.

"Close your eyes."

Helan Xi raised his hand and placed it above her bright eyes.

On his palm, it was warm and cool, and there was even a faint, chilly fragrance.

"Little Uncle …"

Lin Ange's heart suddenly tightened. Before she could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Helan Xi's gentle voice.

"Don't talk."

"…"

Lin Ange pursed her lips but didn't say anything.

In the next second, that warm palm withdrew from her eyes, but she still did not open her eyes.

"Ge'er, no matter where I go, Little Uncle loves you the most …"

"Little Uncle, where are you going …"

"To my world?"

"Little Uncle …"

Before Lin Ange could finish her sentence, she had already fallen straight down to the ground.

The wind brushed against her ears, causing her to feel a slight pain.

His palm was extremely tight.

The speed of the fall was so fast that she could not think.

"Peace …"

The low and clear voice entered her ears once more. Only then did she open her eyes. Looking around, his heart pounded like thunder.

She once again returned to the large stone on the Qingfeng Cliff and fell into a warm and familiar embrace.

"Hubby, Little Uncle, he …"

Lin Ange glanced at Lu Yiyao before raising her head to look at the sky.

"…"

Lu Yiyao did not say anything. The moonlight shone on his face and his facial features became colder and colder.

"Little Uncle, come back …"

Lin Ange cried out anxiously as she watched the figure fly higher and higher.

"…"

All that responded to her was the empty air and the pure moonlight.

"Little Uncle..." "Little Uncle …"

Lin Ange woke up from her dream with an anxious shout.

Her heart rose and fell violently, her face was pale, and it was covered with a thin layer of sweat.

He looked around.

Only then did he realize that what happened just now was just a dream.

She looked at the time again. The hour hand had already pointed to eleven o'clock at night.

Lu Yiyao hadn't come back yet.

"Is nothing going to happen to him?"

Lin Ange was uncertain.

He took a tissue and wiped the sweat off his face. His palm was ice-cold.

She was going to call Lu Yiyao.

Bada.1

The bedroom door opened from the outside.

Lin Ange tilted her head and looked towards the door.

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