Fu Yan Huo Ming Zheng Chapter 274

Fu Yan didn't know how long she had been kneeling until the lights came on in the ancestral hall. She opened her tired eyes, a bead of sweat sliding down her forehead. Her slightly lifted face looked pale in the light.

It seems like it's going to be dark soon.

She pursed her dry lips, clutching her trembling fingers tightly, cold sweat constantly streaming down her forehead.

After a while, she bowed her head again.

At this moment, the door creaked open and someone was pushed in from outside. She didn't turn around; she only heard steady and powerful footsteps.

Then she heard Cao Fang's voice. After speaking a few words with the keeper of the ancestral hall, he walked towards her.

"Miss Fu, I will take you away."

He stood at the edge of the cushion, speaking in a low voice.

After a few seconds, she rasped, her voice barely a whisper, "Could you help me up?"

Cao Fang was taken aback and immediately reached out to grasp her arm. Without her needing to exert any force, he helped her up.

Fu Yan's legs didn't feel like her own at all. She couldn't control them, and her body swayed precariously.

Cao Fang was quick to grab her arms and shoulders, forgetting that she had been kneeling there for eight hours. Her legs were probably stiff and sore; there's no way she could stand.

"Ms. Fu, are you alright?"

He whispered, and upon seeing Fu Yan's face ashen and sickly pale, his forehead creased with cold sweat, he grew even more concerned.

He hurried to help her up and seated her on a nearby chair. He fetched a cushion and placed it behind her back, so she could lean against it for some comfort.

Where are you uncomfortable?

She shook her head.

Cao Fang looked at her helplessly. She seemed utterly dejected and broken. He didn't dare to ask any more.

After a long pause, she finally spoke: "Huo Jingshu... how is she?"

She can be taken away, which means Huo Jingshu and her children are fine.

He should be safe, right?

Cao Fang frowned, his expression solemn. "The child... wasn't saved."

Fu Yan's face, which was already expressionless, suddenly stiffened, her complexion nearly translucent.

My mind is blank.

Then, a splash of crimson blood marred the blankness, consuming her entire mind.

His eyes immediately turned red.

Cao Fang dared not look at her face, "Miss Wu doesn't want to see anyone now, she only wants to see you."

He paused for a moment, then said: "She said she wouldn't eat before seeing you."

A heavy feeling settled in Fu Yan's heart.

This must be the reason why he took her away from the ancestral hall.

She still thought that Huo Jingshu was out of danger, or perhaps... Huo Mingzheng believed her words and would let her go.

It turns out it wasn't any of that, even Heaven wouldn't let her off the hook.

She knelt in the ancestral hall, praying every second that Huo Jing's child was safe.

She wasn't entirely doing this for herself. As a new mother, she could empathize with the joy and anxiety that came with it, and she didn't want Huo Jing-shu to suffer.

Opened the ancestral hall door, a gust of cold wind blew over, Cao Fang hurriedly shook open a woolen blanket and draped it over her shoulders, supporting her out.

She slowly moved her heavy, aching legs. She couldn't walk fast at all, and even standing was difficult. The step she took toward the exit suddenly stopped.

The shadows of the trees were dense. The tall and straight man standing outside the car seemed to blend into the night. He held a cigarette between his fingers, the smoke blown away by the wind, the embers flickering on and off.