ll into the sea”Since you've chosen to work for me, you have a responsibility to make yourself stronger. When danger arrives, you need to be able to protect yourself. That way, I won't have to worry a...The headquarters of "Yānfēi".

In the hospital ward of the Medical Department.

The man lay in a coma, trapped in a state between dreams and reality, his consciousness adrift.

He heard, someone calling him "uncle" , saying not to let him die...

He even felt her holding him tightly, kissing him incessantly...

He knew, that man was Xing'er, his Xing'er...

Could it be a dream Only in dreams would the stars call him like that...

“Little Star…”

Under the oxygen mask, pale thin lips moved slightly, uttering a faint voice, "I miss you..."

A glimmer of tears welled up in the man's eyes, he missed his Xing'er so much. His little Xing'er who clung to him and called him uncle, whose whole heart and eyes were filled with him. Not Xing'er hidden under Gu Yan's disguise, treating him with indifference.

He slowly stretched out his feeble hands and embraced the person he had missed for a long time.

The warmth of her body, the real feeling, transmitted from palm to heart, was so real it made his heart skip a beat. His drifting consciousness suddenly gathered!

His obsidian eyelashes fluttered, and Fu Lingxiao opened his heavy eyes. A delicate and exquisite face came into view within his blurry vision.

The girl sat on the edge of the bed, her slender fingers covering his eye corner, gently wiping away his tears. And his arms, were tightly hugging her slender waist.

Dream returning to reality, he still held his star child.

Fu Lingxiao's eyes were slightly warm, and his hoarse voice softly called her: "Yanyan..."

The man had been unconscious for three whole days. Now, he was finally awake, and Mu Xing's worries could finally be put aside for the time being.

She pressed down on the joy and tenderness in her heart, and like before, looked at him with an indifferent expression, "You're awake."

Her voice trembled, but it still betrayed her emotions.

"Smoke..."

Fu Lingxiao held Mu Xing's hand, which had moved away from his eyes, "I'm sorry, I worried you."

"Who's worried about you, getting ahead of yourself."

Mu Xing spoke with a cold face, withdrew her hand, picked up a pair of gloves from the medical tray placed beside her, put them on, and unbuttoned the man's patient gown to change his dressing.

Star'er didn't ask him what happened between him and the medicine man surnamed Qiao. Fu Lingxiao secretly let out a sigh of relief in his heart, thinking of that medicine man, he couldn't help but frown.

He knew he wasn't dead yet.

A bomb with the power of ten tons could pulverize even steel and concrete, yet he remained unscathed. Could it be that the Medicine Man truly can't die

Mu Xing saw the man frown, his movements immediately becoming lighter, "It's a little painful, bear with it, it'll be fine soon."

Fu Lingxiao's thoughts were instantly pulled back, he suppressed the cold and ruthless emotions in his eyes, a slight curve to his thin lips, "It's nothing, Yanyan, take your time, I don't hurt at all."

Mu Xing lowered her eyes to look at the scar on the man's chest. Her eyes unconsciously filled with mist. How could she not feel pain But she hurt more than him.

This scar, she carved it open with her own hands, and stitched it back together herself. Every cut, every inch, every stitch piercing flesh and muscle, felt like a stab to her heart, breaking her heart into pieces.

Such pain, she absolutely couldn't bear a second time. She would die, die of the excruciating agony.

Mu Xinghong had red eyes as she quickly changed the medicine for the man. She got up and tidied up the medical supplies, her voice trying to be as calm as possible: "Fu Lingxiao, please don't hurt yourself again."

"Good."

Fu Lingxiao smiled, and his hand habitually reached for his chest. He didn't feel the pen, and only then did he realize that his clothes had been changed.

He furrowed his handsome brows and asked Mu Xing, "Yanyan, where's my suit jacket"

Mu Xing casually replied, "I lost it."

Suddenly, the man pulled off his oxygen mask and struggled to sit up. Mu Xing rushed over and held him down, "What are you doing You just had surgery, don't move around!"

"My fountain pen is still in the pocket of my suit jacket. You tell me where you threw it, and I'll go find it."

I just came here to look for a fountain pen.

"That pen is important to you Who gave it to you"

Mu Xing looked at him, knowing the answer already.

She hoped her uncle would be honest and tell her it was from her, hoping he'd be honest about their past.

But the man did not answer, only said again: "Tell me, where did you lose it"

Because he was too eager, his dark eyes seemed to have a slight crack. Mu Xing silently looked at him for a few seconds, then took a pen from the pillow and put it in his hand.

The man’s furrowed brows relaxed, gently rubbing the pen between his fingers as if it were a treasured artifact. Mu Xing couldn’t help but feel a pang in her heart. “It’s just a pen,” she said softly, “is it really that special”

"Yanyan, you don't understand..."

Three years ago, the main villa exploded, destroying everything Xing'er had. The only things left to Xing'er, besides a few pieces of clothing, were a sachet and a pen. The sachet and clothes were buried with him and the wreckage of the crashed helicopter.

For the three years that he believed Xing'er had died, this pen was his only spiritual solace, almost merging with his soul. Now that Xing'er has returned, but some habits are hard to break.

Mu Xing looked at the man tearfully, she truly didn't understand.

Uncle Ming clearly likes her so much, why hasn't he admitted it until now

But Fu Lingxiao didn't hear Mu Xing speak again, and suddenly realized that he might have said the wrong thing. He hurriedly explained to her: "Yanyan, I didn't mean anything else, I just..."

But Mu Xing directly interrupted her: "You don't need to explain to me, it has nothing to do with me!"

The cold voice carried a hint of anger.

Fu Lingxiao couldn't see clearly, but he could very obviously feel that Xing'er was angry.

He gently caressed her delicate cheek, a faint curve playing on his pale lips. "Yanyan, are you jealous"

Mu Xing turned her face away, "Why should I be jealous Which one of you"

He's eating his own vinegar, how cute is his baby

Fu Lingxiao pulled her puffed-up little face back, his blurry gaze locked onto hers. His hoarse and weak voice said word by word: "Yanyan, let's officially start dating."

The tone was solemn and resolute.

His eyes were dark and deep, and after the coldness receded, they only gave off a feeling of warmth and affection.

His eyes sparkled like stars, captivatingly beautiful, almost bewitching Mu Xing. She clenched her hands tightly, struggling to maintain her composure.

"I refuse!"

She refused to be with her uncle under the guise of Gu Yan!

She can't just forgive her uncle like that!

The rejected man's expression instantly turned forlorn, his handsome brows furrowed. He pitifully asked her, "Yanyan, why did you reject me"

"Don't ask me why, reflect on yourself!"

Mu Xing couldn't stand his appearance at all. Her heart softened to the point of being unbearable. She left with such a sentence, her steps hurried and quick.

If she spends any more time with her uncle, she'll be exposed!

As soon as Mu Xing stepped out of the ward, she saw Yun Tuo standing at the door, his face full of worry, his brows almost knitted together in a knot.

“Don't worry so much, Master Fu is awake.”

Mu Xing said softly.

Yun Tuo looked at Mu Xing, his resolute face solemn. "I know, with Miss Gu here, Master Fu will be fine. The one in trouble now is Shen Lue."

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