NOVPUBChapter 437: 437, it’s alright now, don’t be afraid anymore.
Chapter 437: 437, it’s alright now, don’t be afraid anymore.
An intense and chilling aura of murder emanated unrestrained from every pore of Shi Yuhuan’s body. He stared straight at Xia Yang and said, “Before you make a move, make sure there’s no ‘yellow sparrow’ behind.”
His face was cold and harsh, devoid of any warmth. Only after exiting the Shi Country Villa did he fully reveal his emotions, his heart full of rage, making him wish he could kill the poisoner directly. 𝒏𝒐𝒗𝒑𝒖𝒃.𝙘𝒐𝒎
“Yes!” Xia Yang nodded, looking into Shi Yuhuan’s bloodthirsty eyes.
It suddenly reminded him of many years ago — that night when Shi Yuhuan led him, Chen Tian, and Liu Yuandong out of the island.
It was a bloody night, filled with the glow of fire, the sight of blood-splattered corpses, the cruel and pitiful screams. That night, Shi Yuhuan stood among the darkness, looking like Satan returned from Hell — dangerous and lethal.
Xia Yang thought and realized that he did not want to see that version of him again.
Song Qinghuan was weak, but she woke up momentarily during the journey back.
Her body was weak, but her mind was clear yet fragile.
Having gone around the Ghost Gate and back, she felt extremely insecure. Suddenly, she lifted her arm and clung tightly to Shi Yuhuan’s neck.
Her grip was so tight that Shi Yuhuan gradually had difficulty breathing.
Shi Yuhuan hugged her slender waist tightly, pulling her closer to his chest, whispering, “It’s okay, there’s nothing to be afraid of.”
Song Qinghuan softly hummed an acknowledgment, teardrops began to fall from the corners of her eyes. Her tears soaked the front of Shi Yuhuan’s clothes.
She looked like a poor, injured animal; wronged, heartbroken, powerless and pallid.
Shi Yuhuan didn’t say anything, but it seemed as if his heart was being squeezed violently. He felt as though his heart was being ripped apart.
He had no idea what he could do at that moment, so he held her tightly, allowing her to cry softly.
Luckily, she didn’t cry for too long. Before long, she quieted and fell unconscious once again.
On the journey, Shi Yuhuan cradled Song Qinghuan quietly in his arms, gently stroking her hair and her back, lulling her to peaceful sleep.
By the time Song Qinghuan woke up again, a day and night had already passed.
In that time, she had undergone a round of examinations at the hospital and then spent several hours attached to a nutritional IV at the villa.
Before Song Qinghuan even opened her eyes, she recognized a familiar voice. It was deep, cold, hoarse, magnetic — it must be Shi Yuhuan.
He seemed to be asking someone, “Did anyone else come into contact with her?”
Then Chen Tian’s voice responded, “No, we have investigated. It was Shi Mu. Shi Mu had once asked a doctor for cyanide. Luckily, it wasn’t hydrogen cyanide. Cyanide has a weaker effect and much lower toxicity. Minor cyanide poisoning can cause lethargy, headaches, dizziness, chest tightness, and irritations on the mucous membranes. However, in severe cases, the patient may struggle to breathe, lose consciousness, convulse, and finally die as the respiratory system becomes paralyzed. Fortunately, the lady ingested only a small amount, otherwise she might have…”
Chen Tian couldn’t bring himself to speak the looming danger, but he knew Shi Yuhuan understood.
Hearing this, Song Qinghuan slowly opened her eyes to find Shi Yuhuan and Chen Tian standing by the window conversing.
However, she did not make any noise, so neither of them realized she had awoken.
