Memory came flooding back. The journey. The desperate need to see her daughter. Mei is supporting her through the city. Gates. A familiar aura. Arms caught her as she fell.
Shuyin.
The lady tried to sit up, her body protesting the movement with weakness but not pain. She managed to prop herself up on her elbows, and the scene before her made her heart stop.
A man, tall, handsome, dressed in expensive sleepwear, was kneeling beside another sofa, holding someone. The woman in his arms was covered in blood, unconscious, her face pale as death itself.
Even from this distance, even in this condition, the lady recognized her daughter.
"No..." The word escaped her lips as a broken whisper.
Lu Yuze's head snapped around at the sound. His eyes widened. "You're awake."
