Night was the beginning of unrest, with alarming nightmares and incoherence, constantly calling out the names of her parents and several brothers, calling until her voice was hoarse and she was dripping with cold sweat, saturating bed after bed, pillow after pillow. These were the ordeals her niece Xiao Hua underwent.
Lian Bingcheng had called for several doctors and prescribed many medicines, but none managed to cure her.
Hearing this, everyone's hearts clenched tightly, the pain felt excruciatingly sharp.
Su Ran bit her lip tightly, saying nothing. These words, one by one, cut into her flesh and blood, causing indescribable pain.
Lian Changhe let out a pained roar, his eyes bloodshot, a wordless frenzy rampaging through his chest.
Originally seated, Lian Wanzhen became restless as he listened, feeling as though he was sitting on pins and needles and unable to stay put, he simply went to the door to squat down, holding his head in anguished endurance.
