Chapter 133: A Christmas Gift

Fu Chen returned to the hospital room and spent some time on his work. It wasn't until four in the afternoon that Song Hui stirred, waking up from her slumber in a daze.

The warm winter sunlight bathed Song Hui in a gentle glow, while clear, bright rays filtered through the glass, casting light upon Fu Chen. His brow was furrowed beneath a mess of soft hair, his nose bridge high and straight, and his thin lips pale; every line of his profile seemed gentle yet concealed a sharp, biting chill.

This man might have a thousand faults, but he possessed one undeniable merit.

He was breathtakingly handsome.

Fu Chen was usually deeply focused when working, remaining impervious to external distractions, but whenever Song Hui was by his side, his attention inevitably drifted toward her.

"Awake? Is there any..."

He didn't finish his sentence, realizing almost as soon as he spoke that the question was somewhat naive.

"ROAR!!!" The red-eyed zombie let out a shrill scream. It tried to turn its head, only to find that its body would no longer obey; when dealing with a zombie that had lost its limbs, there were a hundred ways to make it suffer.

He felt it was necessary to clarify things one by one. He unleashed his full aura, and the Martial Soul of the God of War manifested behind him once more.

She looked at Reine Murasame, her expression devoid of anger, asking the question with calm composure.

He was adjusting the light refraction and absorption of the bubbles, intending to use them to render himself invisible.

To have a request meant, at the very least, that there was no malice—a few of the Star Masters had already softened their expressions. Others remained cautious, though the wariness in their eyes had unconsciously faded; only those closest to the old man frowned.

Kuroko Shirai’s eyes lit up. Heaven is my witness, this was the first time An Zhe had seen Kuroko Shirai look at him with such joy.

That night, countless people began to move in secret, and only the people at the Golden Cloud Auction House were so happy they were practically bursting with glee.

Hong Jingu knew her father was a stubborn man; once he had made up his mind, he would not easily change it. It was only because she was his married daughter that he had turned her down so politely. Had it been her two brothers pestering him like this, he would have surely been cursing with his mustache bristling in rage.

Her eldest sister had told her that if one received a kindness, one must repay it twofold. Returning evil for good was the way of a villain. He had promised his sister that he would never be a villain.

He closed his eyes, his expression leisurely and serene. His ink-black hair cascaded down, and a few strands brushed against his jade-like cheeks in the breeze, creating the most beautiful vision of longing in this world.

Whenever Ren Jian mentioned this, Su Han would beam with joy. She would say, "Ren Jian, you really shouldn't say that. There were several times when I was incredibly worried, but I remembered your words, and I forced myself to build confidence. It really worked; every time, I managed to get through the difficulties smoothly."

Outside, the wind grew more frantic, howling and wailing, causing the windows to rattle as if ghosts were crying and wolves were shrieking.

No matter what happened in the future, she could never change the past—all those things she and Chen Feng had experienced together.

Chen Zhicheng said, "My classmate told me that Su Han had been waiting for her call that day, but then suddenly told her that she had already arranged a hospital in Beijing, so she wouldn't be going to Shanghai."

Li Wanqing still remembered the shock that surged in her heart five years ago when she first arrived at Yuqing Mountain and saw that Lingbo Fairy, as cold as the bright moon and as clear as dark ice.

Learning the ten new skills was a long and tedious process, and the energy consumption for these ten skills was immense; they could not be practiced through combat like other skills.

Jiang Han knew exactly how each of his attacks would land the moment they were launched, parrying them all with ease, yet he still frowned.

"Did... did it work?" Kagura Chizuru looked at the Emperor, then at Iori Yagami in the mud, asking with confusion.

Severing Japan's raw silk industry was equivalent to cutting off their lifeline; this move of Li Mu’s was the true trump card.

Looking around, there were already many people in the banquet hall, but Si Junhao was nowhere to be seen.