Chu Yihan, a Liar

Su Dingheng walked away dejectedly, fuming.

Su Yingxue opened the letter and, to her astonishment, it truly was her grandfather's handwriting. He had heard about Su Yurou's ordeal and instructed her to send the genius doctor to rescue Su Yurou.

Her grandfather was at the border, but his words were an edict to her – one she was bound to obey and fulfill!

That night, Su Yingxue dreamt of a battlefield filled with clanking armor and falling warriors, where her grandfather's towering figure collapsed and she was powerless to even lend him a hand.

"Whew!"

Su Yingxue sat up abruptly, her palms sweaty enough to dampen the bedding.

Opposite her, Zi Wei, who had sat upright all night, opened his eyes.

He had been sleeping sitting up, directly opposite Su Yingxue, so she could see him the moment she opened her eyes.

Zi Wei said nothing; the cold, bloodthirsty gleam in his eyes, even in the purple shadows, should have been frightening, yet Su Yingxue inexplicably found comfort in it.