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C869

Helan Xi still sat there without moving.

The white paper and soft pen on the rectangular table in front of him disappeared in an instant.

The youth in white blended in with the white wall.

Outsiders could not see it.

Clang! Clang!

The heavy iron door of the cell opened and a guard came in.

"Young master He Lan, it's time for the event."

"Got it."

Helan Xi answered in a clear voice. He loosened his legs and descended to the ground, following him out the door.

At this time, it was the daily 'Leisure' time.

Many people came out of their cells one after another.

They all had shaved heads and were wearing prison uniforms, and they were stretching their arms as they walked.

The handsome Helan Xi stood apart from the rest of the group.

Within the high walls of the electric grid, a group of people who had lost their freedom looked up at the small square of sky above them as they walked.

Blue sky.

White clouds blossomed, occasionally transforming into various patterns, causing one to be filled with endless reverie.

Other than Helan Xi, everyone wanted to go out and return to the wider sky and their families.

The wind brought with it a trace of fresh air.

Helan Xi could smell the faint fragrance of flowers.

The faint fragrance of the flowers was mixed with the scent of the Ch'ien Yi Flower.

Half an hour later.

The guard who was in charge of taking care of the time whistled.

When the prisoner heard the whistle, his eyes that had just lightened up immediately dimmed. Most of them appeared lifeless, while the rest looked like walking corpses without any changes in their mood.

One by one, they returned to their cells.

The difference between Helan Xi and this group of people became more and more obvious, like a piece of beautiful jade falling into the dust.

He hadn't changed at all in the four years he had been here.

No matter if it was his figure or his appearance.

Normally, he wouldn't stay too long. However, he stood where he was today and didn't move his feet.

A guard came over and politely reminded him.

"Young Master He Lan, it's time to go back?"

"Do you smell the bitter scent of flowers?"

Helan Xi said lightly.

A low voice such as a soothing cello, low in alcohol and extremely rich in magnetism.

The guard was stunned. He wrinkled his nose and said.

"Octoterra Flower? "No?"

There were no tall trees on the outside or inside the walls, and there were very few flowers and trees.

The Octoterra Flower was even rarer in the Cloud Lake.

"…"

The corner of Helan Xi's mouth curved slightly. He smiled and slowly walked towards the cell room.

Clang! Clang!

The heavy metal door closed again.

The youth in white clothes walked out and said to Helan Xi in confusion.

"Young Master, I suddenly want to go out."

"Xiao Qi, the dangers of the outside world are beyond your expectations."

Helan Xi sat down slowly, poured himself a cup of green tea and sipped on it.

"Young Master, then let's go to Weihai?"

Xiao Qi crossed her arms and said after thinking for a moment.

"The Weihai right now is also a troublesome situation. Ye Xiaochen is even a bit helpless …"

Helan Xi's gentle eyes squinted and a hint of worry appeared.

"Young Master, you can stay in Yunjing. With Youngest Miss there, you'll be fine."

Xiao Qi said again.

"…"

Helan Xi frowned.

"..."

Yunjing.

At the Lu Family Residence.

Lu Yiyao comforted Lin Ange's emotions and brought her back to the mourning hall.

After a while.

Gong Nanling also came down. He had probably just eaten the congee. His face was no longer as pale, but the exhaustion in his eyes could not be hidden.

When he received it, he forgot the pain in his heart for the time being.

When Gu Mengmeng returned to the hospital, Gu Nianshi was worried, so he personally escorted her up. Just as he was about to turn around, an ear-piercing voice came from behind him.

Bang, bang.

He looked back.

The glass fell to the ground, breaking into fragments of varying sizes.

On the ground, there was a puddle of water.

Gu Mengmeng slowly crouched down and stretched her hand out to pick up the glass fragments.

Gu Nianshi wanted to stop him, but he was too late.

"Chi …"

Gu Mengmeng let out a soft groan of pain.

"Mengmeng …"

Gu Nianshi immediately squatted down and took a closer look. Some of the glass fragments had pierced into Gu Mengmeng's finger, causing her to bleed profusely.

"Mengmeng, quickly get up."

Gu Nianshi immediately pulled her up and made her sit on the sofa. Then he pressed the emergency bell and had the nurse send over the disinfecting tools.

After some treatment, Gu Mengmeng's fingers were fully bandaged.

"Mengmeng, don't touch any water on your wounds these few days …"

Gu Nianshi got the nurse to come in and clean the floor. Then he gently warned Gu Mengmeng.

"Yes."

Gu Mengmeng was a little dazed. She lowered her head and looked at her bandaged fingers. Who knew what he was thinking?

Gu Nianshi sighed lightly, patted her shoulder and walked out without saying anything.

When he got back to the office, there was no time to rest. A nurse came to tell him that the emergency room had sent another high-risk patient.

He changed into his white coat and hurried over before he could even take a sip of water.

Gu Mengmeng sat on the sofa, tears flowing uncontrollably down her cheeks.

Gong Nanling stood on the grass as he watched them leave. His image was still spinning in her mind.

He was so sad and uncomfortable, and his eyes shone with such loneliness and desolation.

"Gong Nanling, you have to be fine …"

Gu Mengmeng pursed her lips as she silently said this in her heart.

Grief, at this moment, had turned into a river.

Time does not stop because of someone.

It was fair.

Drip, drip, drip. He didn't stop for a second.

The night was sad.1

The next day, the moment of Lu Jinhui's funeral was at dawn.

Lu Yixun lay prone on the coffin, crying until she fainted.

Lu Yiyao was worried about Lin Ange and didn't let her near.

Lin Zhiyan, who hadn't appeared the previous night, ran out from somewhere and lay on the other side of the coffin, bawling. The crying sound overshadowed Lu Yixun.

Those who didn't know, would think that she was Lu Jinhui's biological daughter.

Instead of calling it a cry, it would be more accurate to call it a 'accusation'.

"Dad, how can you just leave like this? We haven't even been filial to you yet … "

"Dad, at this time, you still haven't seen Hongzhan and Hengyuan. How can you make them feel at ease …"

"Father, if you leave, what will they do?"

These words were clearly heard by everyone, so they began to discuss in low voices.

"What do you guys think, what exactly is going on between Young Master Lu Family and Young Master Sun? The old tutor is about to be buried, why haven't they appeared yet? "

"Didn't you say that they were sick?"

"Even if he's sick, he should still come out?"

"Could it be the palace …"

"Shh, don't talk nonsense. Even if someone really did control the young master and young master Sun, they wouldn't show themselves. But it can't be 'he'. 'he' doesn't have that much ability, right? "

"Is that the third young master?"

"The young master and the third young master have been at loggerheads for a long time …"

"Don't say anymore, if others hear about it, it won't be good if it reaches the ears of Third Young Master."

They didn't know that Lu Yiyao didn't care about these discussions at all.

They were right.

Lu Hongzhan was indeed under his control.

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