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"Who sent you?" Su Guangren needed his answer very much. The surrounding air seemed to have frozen at that moment, and no sounds could be heard from the surroundings, not even their breathing. Ni Fei and the old urchin quietly stared at the snake shadow, staring at his eyes, which were empty and filled with despair.

The corners of Snake Shadow's mouth curled up into a cold and arrogant smile, "If I can't kill you, I will die. I am an assassin."

Su Guangren wanted to stop him as well, but the blade had already cut open the assassin's neck, and blood was flowing out of his throat in despair. The blood was flowing down the blade of the bronze blade, and the snake shadow's face was still cold and cold, as if he was holding the blade in his hand, the cold, bloodthirsty blade.

Su Guangren slammed the sword in his hand onto the ground heavily. His originally hopeful face suddenly turned sorrowful. Ni Fei walked over to his side and patted his shoulder.

The folding fan in his hand continued to attack Guan Yue, and the embroidery needles that Guan Yue occasionally sent out were also nimbly dodged by Yan Wenqing. His body's foundation had already been cut, and when Guan Yue struck at Yan Wenqing with his foot in the air, Yan Wenqing's fan that was unfolded, cut across Yue Xiuxue's snow-white neck. There was no sound, no blood, and its speed was extremely fast.

The shy girl who was having an intense fight with Chen Feiyan saw Guan Yue on the ground. She did not care about the sword Chen Feiyan was attacking her with, and immediately threw herself at her. She did not cry, but her body kept trembling like a wounded bird. The red gown with the peony embroidered on it emitted a bloody smell. Her hands were trembling as she held the delicate face of Guan Yue tightly. It was a face without the slightest trace of blood.

Standing at the side, Yan Wenqing and the other two looked at the tranquility in front of them. No one said anything. This kind of scene moved them. Tears seeped out of Chen Feiyan's eyes.

Just when they were quietly looking at him, Shiva turned to look at the folding fan in Yan Wenqing's hand, then she quietly fell onto Guan Yue's body. It was very quiet, her face was deathly pale, and she gently closed her eyes. Yan Wenqing slowly reached out his hand to her nose.

"She's dead." Yan Wenqing slowly retracted his hand, "He died from poison."

No one knew how the Embarrassed Flower had poisoned him, but her methods were concealed so that no one would be aware of it.

"Why did she poison herself?" Zheng Min asked in confusion.

"The Moon-Shushing Flowers are one heart. If one of them dies, then the other will have half a heart. Rather than living a painful life, it would be better to die happily." Yan Wenqing said with a sorrowful expression.

"Then they can be together forever." Chen Feiyan said as she raised her sad eyes to look at Yan Wenqing. She coughed lightly twice. She covered her mouth with her hand, and then began to cough with difficulty. She fainted, and Yan Wenqing immediately panicked as she hugged her, about to collapse.

The house was very quiet. Chen Feiyan slowly opened her heavy eyebrows. Her face was still slightly pale. Yan Wenqing sat at the table and looked at the folding fan in his hand. When he turned his head and saw Chen Feiyan staring at him, he immediately walked over to the bedside.

"You're awake." Yan Wenqing said in a soft voice, his tone was full of concern and guilt.

"How long have I been unconscious?" Chen Feiyan asked in a soft voice. Her low voice was still very weak, but her face was not lifeless. When she opened her eyes, the first person she saw was him, Yan Wenqing.

"It's been two days and two nights." Yan Wenqing was avoiding Chen Feiyan's affectionate eyes. He carefully saw that her eyes were smiling.

"You've been watching me here for two days and two nights?" The joy on Chen Feiyan's face had nothing to do with her weak body right now.

"Because Uncle Chen went out to do something, so I stayed here." From beginning to end, Yan Wenqing's eyes did not dare to meet Chen Feiyan's eyes. Chen Zhengnan clearly lied about something when he said it. This was a love he had for his own daughter, and it was hard for her to let go of Yan Wenqing in her heart. Of course, Yan Wenqing also understood Chen Zhengnan's intentions. He was standing guard here not because of Chen Feiyan's feelings for him, but because Chen Feiyan's coma was caused by him, causing him to feel guilty.

"I'm thirsty." Chen Feiyan tried her best to keep her spirits up. Her lips were waxy, but she was smiling.

"Oh, I'll get you some water now." Yan Wenqing clumsily walked to the table to pour some water. As he poured the water back to the bed, he seemed to realize something and returned with the glass. He placed it on the table except for the door.

Chen Feiyan, who was lying on the bed, smiled in relief. She knew he would be back soon. Not long after, Yan Wenqing returned to his room. He held a small spoon in his hand as he carried water slowly to the side of the bed. He carefully scooped up the water and fed it to Chen Feiyan. Chen Feiyan kept looking at the meticulous man in front of her every time she took a sip. How happy she was at this moment. She could always be like this, always taking care of herself when she was sick.

After drinking the water, Chen Feiyan asked, "Why am I unconscious?" Chen Feiyan was conscious when she fainted, but she did not know why.

"The doctor said that you were poisoned by the flower's fragrance." Yan Wenqing put the cup of water on the table, then said, "It was her who got infected while you were fighting with Shixiong Hua."

Chen Feiyan looked at Yan Wenqing with a panic-stricken gaze. She was embarrassed and had given him poison, so why was she not aware of it? Of course, she could secretly feed him poison. Of course, she could quietly kill herself.

Yan Wenqing could see Chen Feiyan's worry. "The doctor said it's fine now, but don't smell the flower fragrance that will cause allergies in the future."

Chen Feiyan tried to sit up. Her eyes became very solemn, not because he couldn't smell the fragrance of the flowers after hearing her name, but because she saw Yan Wenqing's guilty expression.

"Feiyan, I'm sorry, it's all my fault." Yan Wenqing said apologetically.

"I've lost so many things. I've never had a mother since I was young, but I have a heart without a place to hide it. So what if I can't smell the fragrance of the flowers?" Chen Feiyan's words sounded heavy.