Huo Mansion.
As Chu Zifeng sealed Qin Ruan's awakening memories, Huo Yunjiao, who had been heart palpitations all night, laid on the bed and suddenly spat out a mouthful of bright red blood.
His distinct-knuckled hand supported him on the bed, his body weak and powerless, as if all his vitality had been drained.
The bright red blood stained the carpet, splattered on the bedside table, and on the dark blue pajamas that the third master was wearing.
In the nursery, Huo Yao and Huo Anqi, who had been sleeping, seemed to sense something and abruptly opened their pitch-black eyes.
They turned their heads simultaneously, their identical little faces looking at each other.
Ignoring the presence of the night-watching servants in the room, the brothers quickly crawled out of bed and rushed toward the door with their little legs.
Their movements were swift and neat, all done in the blink of an eye.
"Young masters, what are they trying to do?"