The dim room was adorned only with a few hazy and ambiguous small lanterns.
A woman lounging in a spacious sofa took a deep breath.
In the palm of her hand, she cradled a pink halo of light.
The halo struggled incessantly, darting left and right but unable to break through Five Fingers Mountain, merely trembling futilely.
"Unwilling? Regretful?"
"Such souls are indeed the sweetest."
Despite her words, the woman’s actions were rough, her hands coming together to casually knead the orb a few times before tossing it into a nearby lantern.
The lantern crackled, as if it had just been refueled.
The light emitted brightened slightly.
"These women, always claiming they’d rather die for beauty, that life without being loved is not worth living, yet at the last moment, none are without regrets."
"To become a work of art, you need the resolve to be carved and polished thousands of times. I am quite the good Samaritan, helping you fulfill your desires."
As the woman spoke, several lanterns began to fidget restlessly, as if moths were incessantly colliding with the flames, causing the lanterns to sway perilously.
"So annoying." The woman stood up and walked towards the door.
With her movement to open the door, the room brightened slightly.
The woman’s figure was outlined by a well-tailored Cheongsam that hugged her graceful waist.
Her movements swayed charmingly, like a lotus lightly swayed by the breeze, exuding a shy beauty.
As she walked out, the attendant spotted her and quickly reported.
"Manager Yan, there is a gentleman here to see you."
With a flick of her hand, she closed the door behind her and lazily asked, "Did he have an appointment?"
"No, but he said he has a deal to discuss with you."
Manager Yan raised an eyebrow, "A deal?" Well, might as well meet him then.
At People’s Hospital, Yan Sinian was speaking when his voice suddenly paused.
"It’s nothing, continue, this patient’s lower limbs..."
Yan Sinian spoke deliberately, clearly the news he had just received had no effect on him.
Cui Xiaoman’s body still retained a trace of Yan Sinian’s Spiritual Energy.
When the person died, Yan Sinian immediately sensed it.
He also sensed that the woman’s soul was quickly captured, probably refined by some evil cultivator.
But Yan Sinian was not one to meddle in others’ affairs, nor was he one to loathe evil like his elder brother.
To him, as long as these people didn’t stir up trouble in his territory, didn’t bother his junior sister, and didn’t affect his life.
Whatever they wanted to do was naturally none of his concern.
The dead-end Cui Xiaoman chose was her own decision.
Even until now, Yan Sinian could not understand her thinking.
On one side, Yan Sinian continued to be his diligent doctor.
On the other side, in Zhuancheng First Middle School, Yue Qingqing was called out by Jun Feifei just before the end of school.
"Something happened at my home!"
"Qingqing little fairy, you must help me!"
Jun Feifei’s rapid-fire three sentences left Yue Qingqing stunned.
"Ah? What happened?" She observed Jun Feifei’s aura, which seemed a bit unlucky, but guessed it was probably due to mid-term exams in a couple of days.
Beyond that, there seemed to be nothing much.
"It’s true!" Jun Feifei pulled Yue Qingqing toward a corner near the stairs, "Recently, my dad has been coming home to eat every day."
Seeing Yue Qingqing’s expression, Jun Feifei stomped her foot.
"I’m not joking with you, he rarely comes home usually, and even when he does, it’s just to see me and to hand over living expenses."
"And then?" Yue Qingqing didn’t grasp the main point.
"But these days, he comes home more punctually than he goes to his office, and the way he talks to my mom..." Jun Feifei shuddered, "Probably more gentle than how he talks to vixens outside."
Yue Qingqing looked at Jun Feifei seriously, "Feifei, are you here to brag about your daily diet of love?"
Jun Feifei was speechless.
She was talking about serious matters, yet how could this person not understand?