C11

These servants were all well-trained. Even when they heard the sound of something heavy landing on the ground, they did not immediately enter the study room to check. Only after hearing Zhao Yuqing's voice did they turn around to look for Hong Xiu.

Zhao Yuqing suppressed the raging anger in his heart with all his might. How can this be? How can he let this happen?

As he held the script in his hand, he thought of the man with the bright smile and the sunshine all over his body.

His restless mood was instantly calmed down.

When Qin Wan was still alive, her parents would often bring Qin Wan and Qin Ling over to the Zhao Mansion as guests to play with the two brothers.

However, because Zhao Yusheng was seriously ill, his body was weak all year round and could not be separated from the medicine.

Mother Zhao was worried that Zhao Yusheng's body would be injured, so she didn't let Qin Wan and his sister disturb his recovery.

What's more, Zhao Yusheng, because he never goes out, his personality is a bit eccentric, and he doesn't like to see strangers.

Thus, whenever Qin Wan and Qin Ling came to the Zhao Mansion, he would be the one accompanying them.

He could still remember that time, the pink and tender little girl led a white and clean little boy, and suddenly appeared in front of him, like a ray of sunlight shining into his world. He was completely filled with darkness.

Unlike his younger brother's strange personality, that little boy was so well-behaved that even he himself wasn't willing to speak loudly to him, let alone other people.

But one day, when he saw the little boy standing alone under a tree, and the maidservants who looked after him were nowhere to be seen, he became angry.

What if something happened? What did he know at such a young age? That time was the first time in his life that he was infuriated. He severely punished the maidservants and protected the little boy under his wings.

He was like a person protecting his food, placing Qin Wan and Qin Ling in his personal belongings, preventing anyone from harming them.

As a teenager, hazy love always comes in quick and quick but caught off guard.

Spring left and autumn came. Days passed. The pink and tender little girl from that year had also grown into a slim and elegant daughter. As for that fair and clean boy, he had also become a thin and frail scholar.

He still remembered that day, under the cherry blossom tree, the girl who used to hide behind Qin Ling, shyly handed him a fragrant letter.

The cherry blossoms were dancing in the air and the fragrance was intoxicating. The girl was wearing pink clothes and had a slightly red face. She nervously rubbed the handkerchief in her hands, looked at him timidly, and then lowered her head.

The cherry blossoms that were dancing in the air enveloped the girl tightly, causing her to be entangled with the fragrance of the cherry blossoms.

He was drunk, yes, he thought he was. How could he blush?

What happened next made sense.

They were secretly strolling under the cherry tree, quietly strolling next to a bright stream, and had once welcomed the morning sun together to send off the evening sunset.

Those were the best memories of his life.

Unfortunately, the heavens didn't give in to their wishes.

At a temple party, the two families walked together. They, the juniors, went on a tour together.

In the evening, when they were about to return home, the carriage they were riding had a slight malfunction, so they had to keep some distance from Zhao and Zhao.

An accident just happened like that.

A group of bandits surrounded them, and there weren't many servants guarding them.

Originally, he wanted to protect Qin Wan and leave.

However, this group of bandits seemed like they had already planned for this, and they were approaching menacingly, so he had no choice.

He could only do his best, but unfortunately, both his fists couldn't match his four hands, so he was injured.

Seeing that there was an opportunity, the Mountain Bandits brandished their broadswords, ready to strike.

Qin Wan, who was sitting in the carriage, rushed out without a care for himself when he saw such a dangerous situation. He jumped on top of the man and blocked the blade that should have hit him.

His eyes were blood-red, and they were wide open.

He did not know where this bravery came from, but he casually picked up a large blade and turned this place into a living hell.

Unfortunately, Qin Wan still couldn't live.

Qin Wan weakly laid in his arms. He wanted to use his hands to touch his face, but he almost didn't have the strength to raise his hands.

He tightly held Qin Wan's hand, feeling extreme grief.

"It doesn't matter. I am very happy to die for you. I only have one wish in my life, and that is to take good care of my younger brother." "He's too simple, he doesn't know how to work, so I'll hand him over to you." Qin Wan said weakly.

"Don't cry, how could you, Zhao Yuqing, cry? "I, I, like you the most …" Qin Wan slowly stopped breathing.

Is that so? Was he crying? How is that possible? He touched the cold liquid on his face. How could this be? It was only blown away by the wind.

Feeling the body in his embrace which was gradually losing its temperature, his body trembled and suddenly, he roared out.

He didn't know what happened next because he had fainted.

When he regained consciousness, he was already lying on his bed in his room.

He opened his eyes and looked around, but didn't see anyone else.

From his bed, he could see the blood-red sun through the window.

It was so piercing that it stung his eyes, as if he was about to cry. However, there was nothing that could be seen in his eyes.

That blood-red color was just like the blood that flowed out of Qin Wan's body that day. It was so red that it made his heart ache inexplicably.

"Big Brother Zhao, Big Brother Zhao, you're awake!" Creak! The door opened and a young man's voice came from outside.

Only then did he turn his unfocused eyes to the approaching person.

So it was Qin Ling.

"How did you get here?" Just as he asked, he felt a burning pain in his throat.

Seeing his uncomfortable expression, Qin Ling immediately walked forward and put the medicine bowl on the table. He poured a cup of water for him, placed it next to his mouth and slowly fed it to him.

Only after taking a sip of water did he feel better. He coughed lightly and asked the question again, "Why are you here?"

Qin Ling put the tea cup on the table and sat silently on the edge of his bed. He stared at Ye Mo with reddened eyes and said, "I don't have a sister anymore, but I can't not even have a brother like you."

Hearing Qin Ling's words, he shook his body slightly and closed his eyes.

Yeah, he still has Qin Ling.

Qin Wan had said that he would take good care of Qin Ling.

He opened his eyes, looked at the tired Qin Ling and said, "I'm fine now, go take a rest."

Qin Ling looked at him, who had regained his composure, and was finally not worried anymore.

"En, I understand. Come, drink this bowl of medicine and I will go home." Qin Ling held up a bowl of dark medicine in front of him.