His Hidden Condition 7

That night. 

Lu Yan was lying down in his room but was not sleepy at all. So, he got up, put on a white fox fur cape, and stood by the window. He opened the window and let the cool breeze float in along with the rain, blowing at his face, somber and cold. The temperature was low, but Lu Yan did not feel cold, he even felt a warmth in his heart.

How many years had it been? 

Apart from the few close relatives who knew what had happened back then, he had never told anyone about it. 

He had taken a long time to build his resolve before he started talking to that woman today. He thought he would be met with all kinds of ridicule after sharing his tale, but her reaction had been calm as if she were a real healer.

It gave him a lot of comfort.

Naturally, he would love nothing more than to be cured of this. 

The next morning.