Sweet Wife in My Arms

If it was really Yan Huan, he could not imagine what he was going to do next! How was he going to deal with the three children at home?

They could finally lead a peaceful life and have three children. They were still babies who fed on milk and they needed their mother at this moment. How could this happen?

"Mommy..."

Xunxun opened her eyes. She had started to recognize people and she would bawl if she could not find her mother. When she saw her father, she pouted and began to cry again. Tears were still rolling down her cheek but she could only whimper.

She had already cried for half a day. Ye Shuyun was distressed to look at her granddaughter sobbing. However, she did not know what to do. Is Xunxun trying to cry herself to death?

"Mommy." Xunxun reached out her small fingers, grabbing her father's clothes. She had a pair of eyes identical to Yan Huan, looking at her eyes made Lu Yi feel aching and unbearable.

"Xunxun, tell daddy, tell me how I can bring back mommy. How can I bring mommy back to you?"

Seeing that her father was not finding her mother for her, she choked from time to time. The husky voice resounded through her tiny throat, one sound after another pierced the heart of Ye Shuyun and Lu Yi excruciatingly.

"Don't cry." Lu Yi coaxed her daughter. "Mommy has fallen asleep. Is it okay for daddy to accompany Xunxun instead?"

Xunxun insisted on seeing her mother. However, she seemed to be lethargic as a result of crying. She fell asleep with tears welling up at the corner of her eyes but she did not seem to have a good sleep. She would wrinkle her tiny, light eyebrows once she heard some noise. Her small face was pale and her little hand was still grabbing on her father's clothes. This made Lu Yi dare not move an inch.

Xunxun was the most pampered of all in the family, hence if she did not cry, the other two would be fine.

Ye Shuyun was taking care of the other two children, afraid that they would continue to cry after they woke up. As for Lu Yi, he was carrying Xunxun in his arms without sleeping at all, not to mention changing his posture.

In regard to Yan Huan, she did not return for the whole night.

In fact, Yan Huan was not aware of her whereabouts as she had yet to regain her consciousness. She felt like a wandering soul, drifting randomly. She was only awakened when she experienced a sense of pain surging from the arm. Truth be told, she woke up due to the excruciating pain.

She raised her elegant eyebrows every now and then. Her red lips were drained of blood. At this juncture, she was like a lamb, waiting to be slaughtered. Both her body and soul had been constrained.

A surging pain once again spread from her arm. She began crying. Tears flowed down from the corner of her eyes constantly with every droplet of her tears being concealed within her hair.

Lu Yi, I feel so painful...

She quivered the tip of her mouth unconsciously. She cried in pain and she could only cry as she suffered in agony.

Lu Yi lifted his head abruptly. He grasped his arm gently, feeling as though this part of his body could sense a tinge of soreness.

When he shifted his body, he almost woke Xunxun up with a shock. Xunxun moved her long eyelashes and sniffed. Her small figure looked extremely upset and sympathetic.

Lu Yi patted his daughter's body with care.

"Don't be afraid, daddy will surely bring mommy back to you."

He placed his enormous palm on Xunxun's tiny face. Xunxun's face was indeed small - it was even smaller than the size of his palm. It was disheartening to see such a young child being unable to sleep peacefully.

If Yan Huan was around at this moment, then it would not be as such because she would surely be extremely obedient.

Lu Yi raised his head, looking at the numerous stars gleaming in the dark sky. Unknowingly, a layer of clouds gradually enveloped the stars, causing the sky to turn pitch black.

The darkness before the rise of dawn was completely dark as though a cluster of dark clouds had already enshrouded the top of their heads. This had caused them to find it hard to breathe.

As the darkness outside was penetrated through by a ray of light, the bell of the break of dawn resounded in the air. Within the layers of mist, the sun had finally risen but it was still being blocked by the dark clouds. Probably not long after, it would become dark again according to the weather forecast.

It will rain today.

It was cold during the rainy season in Sea City.

Yan Huan opened her eyes. She had a serious headache and her whole body was aching. She could not even come to a realization of her condition and problem or her whereabouts.

At one point, she even forgot her real identity.

She was just staring blankly at the white ceiling, allowing her consciousness to drift away and later, regain it little by little.

Such a pale white color was not filled with any other colors while its whiteness pierced her heart. She disliked white, not to say red.

Red is the color of the blood.

She moved her arm a little, but it was too heavy for her to lift her arm up. She wanted to sit up straight, but her waist was sinking downward so she was unable to straighten her body. She felt the urge to scream but her throat seemed to contain a grain of sand.

She shut her eyes out of powerlessness. She remained in the same position for quite a bit of time until she could feel the pain coming from needle poking. Her body spasmed uncontrollably and her pair of eyes were immediately wide open.

At this moment in time, her vision was a little unclear, blurry with very few colors. Within the blurry view was the appearance of several white shadows.

Is she dead?

Is this a ghost?

She turned her face to the side, the vague vision lost focus. She could barely see or hear anything aside from the white shadows moving around before her eyes.

Her body was cold. She felt very cold, and she wanted to cry...

It appeared as though something was escaping from her body and such a withdrawal caused her to lose her hearing ability, vision, feeling, and of course her life...

Suddenly, her arm was in pain again.

Such a pain had resulted in the blurry sight before her to dissipate.

The colors of white and red appeared in front of her eyes.

Every individual was in a white robe, holding tubes of...blood.

She opened her mouth, but no sound escaped from her mouth. Her voice was stuck in the throat - she lost her voice. The situation and the scene resembled a strong sense of deja vu.

She recalled the time when her limbs used to be tightly buckled, and then tubes of blood were drained out of her body.

She widened her mouth but could only bring herself to take a breath, not being able to speak just yet.

She lowered her head just to find her wrists and legs being tied up firmly with ropes. The thing that confined her was none other than these ropes and those invisible chains which had sealed her soul tightly.

"Extract a little bit more." A lady walked in, sneaking a glance at her with eyes filled with disdain. "Extract the blood from her body, my daughter needs it."