as precisely because He Group's financial statements in recent years have been impressive enough, with its stock price continuously rising, that He Group's market value has increased by 20%, a figure...The words fell, stubborn, just like her.

Meng Lan pursed her lips, trying to calm herself down.

Pain spread from her heart, Feng Mu raised his hand and stroked her face, tears streaming down.

This money, she was originally saving it for Liu Liang's medical expenses.

I keep thinking that once he's recovered, I'll send him to the best school. The remaining money will be used to take him to the North Pole to see the aurora borealis, which he has always dreamed of.

But now, it's all too late.

Thus, the only belief that supported Menglan's life, the evil one, was gone. Menglan's heart suddenly crumbled, and not a glimmer of light could penetrate it anymore.

Meng Lan's wounds weren't painful during the day.

As night fell, the effect of the anesthetic wore off, and every inch of her skin felt like it was being cut with a knife, the pain so intense that she couldn't fall asleep. She tossed and turned all night!

At night, Menglan developed a fever again because her wound became inflamed.

Hospitals could only give her injections and worked until late at night before pulling her back from the brink of death.

Feng Mu had been guarding outside the operating room the whole time. When he learned that Meng Lan was fine, he finally felt relieved.

Chen Yi accompanied him by his side, glanced at the time on his watch, and reminded in a low voice, "General Feng, it's already one o'clock in the morning. Your wound hasn't healed yet. Go back to rest first."

"You should go to sleep." Feng Mu reminded him faintly, pushing the wheelchair and walking into the ward.

He first came to Menglan's bedside. In just a few days, her little face had already thinned out a whole circle, her forehead covered in a layer of sweat, her brows furrowed, and she let out a pained groan.

Feng Mu tightly held her hand, coaxing her like a child, using his other hand to rub her belly. He watched as she went from initial pain and struggle to finally falling asleep peacefully.

Staring at her belly, Feng Mu's lips curled slightly, his eyes softening.

Even though Menglan resisted him, they eventually had a child together.

Heaven favored him; having a child is a blessing, and with a child... their relationship will slowly improve.

……

Fortunately, Menglan didn't suffer for long before Master Jingbai took the prepared herbs down the mountain.

In the morning, Meng Lan had just awakened. Given her current condition, she couldn't go anywhere and even moving felt like it would suffocate her with pain.

The only thing she did every day was lie in bed and stare silently at the ceiling.

"Lady donor." Just then, Master Jingbai pushed open the door and walked to her bedside, bowing politely.

Seeing this, Meng Lan's eyes regained some spirit.

She wasn't sure what happened while she was unconscious, but she had a guess. She lightly parted her red lips, her voice raspy, "You...hello, did you save me"

“I’m just a humble practitioner, and I can only treat you based on my experience. During the process, I cannot guarantee that you will wake up.” Master Jingbai’s face was serene, with a gentle smile as he explained, “Whether you survive or not depends on your accumulated merit. It is your fortune that has protected you from this calamity.”

Her few words calmed Menglan's heart considerably.

"Thank you," Menglan softly reminded. The nanny came over and helped her up from the bed.

The wound on her back made her little face pale with pain, but she still instructed the nanny, "Sister, would you please go home and get a bag for me Take some medical expenses from the bank card."

"You don't have to bother." Master Jingbai spoke softly, "I rarely go down the mountain to treat illnesses. This time, I made an exception for that person. I won't charge any fees when treating illnesses either."

"With that, she took off the bamboo basket from her back. "These are medicinal herbs I picked for you, miss. The dosage is written on top. Please take them as prescribed."

"Thank you, but I'm not feeling well and can't come to see you off."

Master Jingbai smiled faintly, she looked at Menglan's face, after a while, a faint voice gradually sounded, "Lady donor, the days to come are still long, you should look forward, only then will the departed find peace."

Meng Lan was stunned. She raised her head and looked at Shifu Jing Bai's pale complexion, as if he had seen through too much.

She pursed her red lips, her voice raspy as she asked, "Do you have a way to keep loved ones trapped in a dream"

Last night I didn't dream of him, I'm scared, that I won't dream of him anymore.

She looked at Menglan, her eyes sparkling and beautiful. Yet, they were like a stagnant pool of water, lifeless and devoid of any ripples.

"Lady, I used to feel the same way you do, but now I realize that life is like a fleeting dream. Good and evil will eventually be rewarded, each person has their own destiny, and sincerity attracts blessings. If you truly love him, instead of disturbing his path in reincarnation, it's better to pray sincerely for him to reincarnate peacefully." It was rare for Master Jing Bai to speak so much.

After she finished speaking, she chanted "Amitabha Buddha" and turned to leave.

Mulan watched her retreating figure, her teeth clenched tightly against her lips, her tongue throbbing with pain, impacting every nerve in her body!

Although she didn't have the same noble spirit as Master Jing Bai, she could understand that he was advising her to let go.

Can forgetting truly be that easy To actually do it… will it really be as effortless as it sounds

……

Liu Liang's funeral was held two months later. Meng Lan's body had recovered slightly and she could sit in a wheelchair to see him off for the last time.

At the funeral, she neither cried nor made a fuss. She silently watched him off on his final journey, as if she had accepted Liu Liang's death.

The dust had settled, and everyone assumed Dream Orchid would go to find Old Master Feng for revenge. Even Feng Mu had secretly arranged people around her to protect her safety.

However, Kagemori did not make any counterattacks.

But those who stayed by her side would notice that her mental state was gradually declining. Her eyes were dull and vacant, as if devoid of light.

She also began to neglect her appearance, with unkempt hair and even forgetting to wash her face often.

Every day, she only did one thing: sit by the window and stare into space. She would do this for a whole day, without doing anything else. No one knew what she was thinking about.

If it weren't for the nanny reminding her to eat on time, she probably wouldn't even know when she was hungry or thirsty.

At the beginning, everyone thought she was too badly beaten and no one dared to step forward.

At first, everything was fine. However, after another month had passed, Feng Mu came to visit her in the hospital one afternoon. As soon as he pushed open the door, he saw Meng Lan slowly getting up from her chair, walking barefoot onto the balcony, and opening the window with her hand.

A gentle breeze came, swaying the wind chimes and creating a pleasant sound. She opened her arms, her long hair fluttering in the air, revealing a pure and innocent face with a simple beauty.

Feng Mu stared at her, momentarily stunned, unable to tear his gaze away.

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