Zhuo Yan’s mother fell ill.

Little Zhuo Yan had not enjoyed maternal love for a few days before his mother became a patient breathing weakly in the hospital bed. She relied on two slices of ginseng every day to sustain herself. She probably felt that her life was not long, and she also expressed her love to Zhuo Yan for the first time in a long while. Feeling guilty and indebted, she restrained her sharpness and became the gentlest woman. However, such gentleness only lasted for a short period.

Lu Heng didn’t know why he dreamed of this. He only knew that Zhuo Yan in the dream was very sad and on the verge of tears.

Zhuo Yan in the dream was growing up day by day, while his mother was becoming weaker and weaker.

Lu Heng instinctively felt something was wrong, but he couldn’t explain why. Moreover, he couldn’t control the dream, so he could only stumble forward following the dream’s consciousness.

It was strange that Zhuo Yan’s mother was obviously very ill and about to die. All the doctors had diagnosed her as dying, but she managed to hold on tenaciously.

In the later stages, the entire dream space was set in front of the hospital bed.

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Zhuo Yan changed from a boy to a young man. His eyebrows grew longer and wider, turning into a look that Lu Heng was familiar with. Then he began to freeze. Zhuo Yan’s mother was still lying weakly on the hospital bed, waiting gently and calmly for the moment of death.

Lu Heng’s perspective was not fixed. He walked around the ward again and again until he grew bored and counted all the floor tiles in the entire room and even the window grilles one by one. There was no movement in front of the hospital bed.

Zhuo Yan’s mother called Zhuo Yan softly.

Zhuo Yan held her hand with red eyes.

The sick woman touched his head: “Ah Yan, mother is dying.”

Zhuo Yan cried, but could not speak. He could only hold her hand in vain and shook his head crazily.

The woman smiled and said, “Ah Yan, I’m sorry that I ignored you for so long before noticing you, but it’s not that your mother doesn’t love you, she just doesn’t know how to love you.” By the time she knew it, it was already too late.

“From now on, you must listen to your father’s words and become an upright man and the most powerful son.”

“Mother has been waiting for you to grow up for a long time.”

“Don’t let mother down.”

Zhuo Yan could feel the hand holding his hand, the strength was getting weaker and weaker. The pain of losing his loved one made him feel desperate. He choked out: “Okay, okay, I am obedient, I will obey daddy. Mom, don’t go, don’t go, okay, please. Come on, don’t go…”

It was all in vain.

Zhuo Yan cried louder and louder.

Strangely, the whole dream also started to rain, as if it were drowned by Zhuo Yan’s tears.

Lu Heng was trapped in the room and couldn’t get out. He could only watch in horror as the water rose higher and higher. He was already hiding on the table, stepping on a stool, but the water still quickly covered him. He turned around in horror and shouted: “Stop crying!! I’m going to drown!”

Zhuo Yan heard his voice and turned around suddenly. Lu Heng was horrified to find that Zhuo Yan’s forehead was full of blood, and his whole body was sickly feverish.

Immediately afterward, Lu Heng felt Zhuo Yan strangle his neck suddenly.

Although it was clearly a dream, Lu Heng felt suffocated and in pain. He could feel Zhuo Yan’s cold breath blowing on his face, and there was a burning pain in his throat.

When he was about to lose consciousness, he heard Zhuo Yan say one word after another: “Give my body back! Give it to me!”

Lu Heng woke up suddenly. There was the sound of dripping water outside, and he hid under the window, he could feel the raindrops falling on his face, bringing a cool feeling to his burning throat. He couldn’t wait to taste the water, but as he drank, he felt something was wrong, a rusty smell, very similar to the taste of the bowl of blood he drank that belonged to Zhuo Bang.

He raised his head suddenly, and there was still water in his eyes, which was clearly the blood from Zhuo Yan’s forehead.

Seeing him open his eyes, Zhuo Yan grinned: “You’re awake.”

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Jiang Zhou was talking to Zhuo Bang when a yamen servant came in from outside and said in a hurry: “Sir, the man locked up inside is crazy.”

Jiang Zhou was surprised. “Crazy?”

He looked at Zhuo Bang, but saw that he was also stunned. After a while, he asked, “Is he really crazy?”

“Really crazy! He keeps saying things like ‘don’t look for me’ and so on, but he still pinching his own neck.”

Jiang Zhou asked, “What do you think, sir?”

Zhuo Bang shook his head: “I don’t know if it’s true. I’ll go back and have a look.”

Jiang Zhou thought for a while and followed him.

The prison was dark and damp. It had rained last night and the ground was a little slippery. They passed several cells and walked straight to the innermost cell.

There were obviously dull footsteps, but Lu Heng, who was locked up in the innermost room, didn’t seem to hear them. He was so thin that he seemed boneless, his hair unkempt, covering his face, and he was sitting blankly under the window, his hands still pinching his own neck with such force that the veins on his hands popped out, and he even looked as if he was being strangled, his tongue stuck out.

Zhuo Bang asked, “Do you think he is really crazy or fake?”

Jiang Zhou hesitated, saying, “I didn’t know.”

Ultimately, it was easy to pretend to be crazy when someone was in a hurry.

“It didn’t matter whether he was really crazy or fake; just lock him up for a while,” Zhuo Bang said with a cold face. “Just keep him locked up until my son comes back.”