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The morning light sloped in from the window and a ray of bright light pooled on the floor. It was supposed to be a warm room, but Third Young Master Ye was surprised by the woman who had a spasm on the bed and breathed in a gush of cold air. He quickly ran to the bedside and flipped Cheng Anya over. Her face was pale while her hair was wet from the sweat, sticking on her face. Her eyes were moist and tears were rolling in her eyes. She pressed down on her abdomen hard with her right hand and she was in so much pain that she gritted her teeth.

Ye Chen's heart sank and his body turned cold. He looked up at the window that was wide open. Was it…

No, it couldn't be. Black Eagle and his men were outside. Even if Ye Wei had come, there would be news from them. Third Young Master Ye swiped the long hair off her face and touched her cold and sweaty hands. His eyes darkened.