I raised stunning young ladies, but they all wanted to possess me.

Cecilia's eyes were closed, and the teardrops from her dream still clung to her eyelashes, sparkling in the sunlight like two tiny diamonds.

The corners of her mouth slowly curved slightly, the curve was so small that it was almost imperceptible unless you looked closely.

But that was the first time Gu Yan saw her lips move, the first time she saw any expression on her face other than calmness.

She didn't say anything, didn't call his name, didn't say thank you, didn't say anything at all, not a single word.

She simply hugged him, burying her face in the crook of his shoulder, her icy blue eyes tightly closed, as if she dared not look at him, or as if she was unwilling to let go.

White hair hung down, obscuring their faces like a thin curtain, keeping the world and time out.

The room was filled with sunlight, heartbeats, and two people: one embracing, the other being embraced.

The noise in the room was so loud that it could be heard clearly even through the thick wooden door.

Fu Wanqing pressed her ear against the door for two seconds, her amber eyes widening, her ear almost touching the wood.

"What's wrong? What happened inside? Gu Yan, say something! Has something happened?" Her voice was anxious.

She waited two seconds and, hearing no response, reached out to push the door open, her fingers already touching the doorknob.

Just then, a hand reached out from the side and stopped her; the fingers were long and strong—it was Chen Sinian.

He arrived at some unknown time, and the look in his eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses was complex, neither clear whether it was joy nor sorrow.

Fu Wanqing looked up at him, her tone becoming urgent, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, her fur standing on end.

"Boss Chen, why are you stopping me? Can't you hear how loud it is inside?"

"What if something happens to Gu Yan? Who will be responsible? Who can bear that responsibility?"

Chen Sinian coughed, pushed up his glasses, his expression was very unnatural, and his lips twitched.

"Miss Fu, Master Gu is busy right now. It wouldn't be appropriate for you to go in now; it would disturb him."

"He needs to concentrate on saving people and can't be interrupted. That's common sense. You should know that. You can't just barge in."

Fu Wanqing panicked, raising her voice several octaves, her voice echoing throughout the corridor as she bumped against the walls.

"What's all the fuss about? Does rescuing someone require such a big commotion? It's not like I haven't heard of how people are rescued before."

"Gu Yan didn't say a word. Has he fainted? I have to go in and check on him, right now."

As she spoke, she tried to rush forward again, but Uncle Fu quickly blocked her way, bending over like a bow, his face full of tension.

"Miss Fu, Master Gu just went in a little while ago, so please wait patiently outside."

"If you rush in now, Master Gu's mental strength will be affected, and at the very least, all your previous efforts will be wasted."

"At that point, let alone saving Miss, even Master Gu himself might get injured. That would be troublesome."

"You wouldn't want to see Master Gu get hurt because of you, would you? That would be so heartbreaking, wouldn't you say?"

Uncle Fu gave a long list of reasons, his forehead was sweating, and his eyes were filled with anxiety behind his glasses.

Fu Wanqing bit her lip, her fingers gripping the hem of her skirt so tightly that her knuckles turned white, the fabric twisted into a ball.

She hesitated for several seconds, looking at the closed door, and finally nodded reluctantly, but did not leave.

"Then I'll wait for him here. None of you are allowed to go in. If anyone does, I'll fight them."

After she finished speaking, she crossed her arms, leaned against the wall by the door, and stared intently at the crack in the door with her amber eyes.

Chen Sinian and Uncle Fu exchanged a glance, both seeing the same message in each other's eyes, a tacit understanding.

Uncle Fu breathed a slight sigh of relief, thinking to himself that Master Gu was being too impatient, unable to resist the urge to treat the patient so soon after the illness was cured.

Without even taking a breath or waiting for time, they're in such a hurry. Isn't that too impetuous for someone so young?

But it's understandable; their young lady is so beautiful, there's no one else like her in the entire Shanglu.

Lying in bed, her white hair spread out, she quietly closed her eyes, like a delicate porcelain doll.

Seeing him so easily manipulated, which young man could tolerate that? Uncle Fu silently defended him in his heart.

Chen Sinian thought of the same thing and couldn't help but sigh. He tapped his cane lightly on the ground.

He had also prepared medicine, intending to have Aunt Tian brew it and arrange things slowly and thoroughly.

It turned out that it wasn't needed at all; Master Gu rushed up on his own, even more eager than him, without needing to be urged.

Chen Sinian cursed inwardly, thinking to himself that Master Gu was really impatient, but he didn't say it aloud.

However, after scolding her, I felt a little relieved. At least it showed that my daughter was attractive and not unwanted.

Fu Wanqing, with her sharp ears, heard the two words Chen Sinian muttered and immediately turned her head.

"What's the rush? Who's in a rush? What are you talking about? I don't understand. Say it again."

She turned to look at Chen Sinian, her amber eyes filled with doubt, like two searchlights.

Chen Sinian quickly laughed it off, his voice dry and cracking like autumn leaves being blown by the wind.

"No, no, I was just worried because the flower by the door hasn't been watered for days."

"Miss Fu, you misheard. You have excellent hearing, good eyesight, and sharp vision."

As he spoke, he wiped his forehead with a handkerchief, beads of sweat rolling down his face, one after another, impossible to wipe away.

Uncle Fu quickly nodded along, nodding like a chick pecking at rice, his fingers trembling slightly.

Fu Wanqing glanced at them suspiciously, but didn't ask any further questions. She continued to stare at the crack in the door, her ears perked up.

Inside the room, Gu Yan was completely stunned, her mind blank, like a formatted hard drive.

Cecilia's bed was very soft; once you sat down, you sank into it as if you were sinking into a pile of cotton.

The mattress is made of imported memory foam, and the quilt is made of velvet fabric that gleams faintly in the light.

But what truly caused Gu Yan's mind to go blank wasn't the luxurious bed, but Cecilia's body.

Her body was softer than the bed, as soft as a cloud without bones, or a handful of freshly plucked water plants.

She nestled in his arms, burying her head in the crook of his shoulder, her white hair brushing against his neck, cool and smooth.

Her hands were wrapped around his back, her fingers gripping his shoulder blades tightly, as if afraid he would run away.

Her breath sprayed into the crook of his neck, hot and ticklish, like feathers gently brushing against his skin.

Her eyelashes were trembling slightly, like the rapid and frequent flapping of a butterfly's wings, and they just wouldn't stop.

She was clearly waking up; she was struggling to return from her coma to this world, to this embrace.

Gu Yan looked down and could see the tips of her eyelashes trembling slightly, and her pupils moving beneath her eyelids.

You could feel her body temperature slowly rising from its icy state, like a river thawing in spring.

He took a deep breath and tried to break free, shifting his body back as if trying to slide out of her arms.

But as soon as his back lifted a little off the mattress, she pulled it back, pulling it even tighter until they were almost pressed together.

He tried again, using even more force, bracing himself on the bed with his arms and pushing himself away.

The result was the same; she was pulled back as soon as she moved away a little, as if she wouldn't let go even in her sleep.