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nTranslator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios

n“Silly, you saved my life. You don’t have to thank me.” Gao Yi arranged her short hair. “You finally grew it out, but it’s cut short now. Are you disappointed?”

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nXia Ruoxin shook her head. “Nope. It’s not like they can’t grow out anymore.” She closed her eyes. She wanted to say more but fell asleep in the end. Her wound hurt, but she would sleep; she would not feel any pain when she was sleeping.

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nAfter a while, she opened her eyes; and they were blurry.

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n“Gao Yi, do you think Rainy was in this much pain?”

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nGao Yi’s fingers froze a little. He grabbed Xia Ruoxin’s exposed hand; they were rather cold.

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n“No. Children are less sensitive to pain than adults. So she would not have hurt as bad as you did.”

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n“Really? That’s good.” Xia Ruoxin fell asleep again. Perhaps it would be a long time before she woke up again. However, that was good. She did not feel pain in dreams.

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nGao Yi stood up and picked up his medicine that was set aside. He added a dose of medicine into Xia Ruoxin’s drip to help her sleep better even if it was for a minute.

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n“Jinrong.”

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nLu Ke’en called his son’s name.

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nLu Jinrong walked over. His scalp was numb. They finally convinced Jian Qingying who was looking for her daughter to return, and now, it was his dad. No wonder people said not to lie. Lies would snowball since someone had to tell lie after lie to complete the previous one.

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n“Dad, you’re looking for me?” He stood steadily before Lu Ke’en. He knew it was easy to fool Jian Qingying but not his dad.

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n“What happened to Xiaohua?” Lu Ke’en held in the urge to expose his son because his wife was around. However, it was time for the truth now. Even though that child was not actually their Xiaohua, but he saw her as her real daughter now.

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n“Wouldn’t I be worried and anxious as a parent if my child’s missing?”

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n“Dad, I…” Lu Jinrong did not know if he should say it. They would find out eventually. He could hold Jian Qingying off for a few days, but it would be tough with Lu Ke’en.

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n“Tell me.” Lu Ke’en picked up a cup of tea and placed it before himself. “I’ve seen a lot of things. Don’t treat me like I’m fragile.”

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n“Okay.” Lu Jinrong took a step forward and spoke in a hushed voice.

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n“Dad, Xiaohua’s in the hospital.”

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nLu Ke’en swirled his cup and took another sip. “How is she?” He seemed fine, but his hand gripping the cup was trembling slightly.

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n“It’s fine.” Lu Ke’en was glad that he did not say it back then, or else Lu Ke’en would not have taken it well.

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nLu Ke’en was only relieved when he heard his son’s reply.

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n“Can I go see her?” he asked his son. Hearing about it was one thing, but he could not be at ease until he saw his daughter with his own eyes.

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n“Of course,” Lu Jinrong said after thinking about it, “but we can’t let Mom know about it. Mom would take it better when Xiaohua recovers more.”

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n“I understand.” That was exactly why Lu Ke’en was worried about. So everyone had clamped down on this. The Xia household was here about the matter every day a few days ago, but no one had breathed a word.

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nXia Ruoxin opened at her and stared blankly at the already open windows. Sunlight came in through the window. The light was not strong. It was mild and comfortably warm.

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nShe reached out and wanted to touch something, but she felt that it was too far from her.

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nAt this time, the door of the ward opened. Lu Jinrong walked into, with Lu Ke’en right behind him.

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n“Dad, you’re here.” Xia Ruoxin smiled at Lu Ke’en, but that only made him tear up.

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nHe walked over and put his hand on Xia Ruoxin’s forehead.

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n“Does it hurt?”

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nThat made Xia Ruoxin sniffle. She held in her emotions, but her eyes continued to turn cloudy.

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n“Dad, don’t worry. It doesn’t hurt anymore. It’s a small injury. It’s nothing.”

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nLu Ke’en’s finger trembled slightly.

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nThis silly child, what small injury. How could surgery be a small thing?

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nXia Ruoxin pulled herself together and spoke to Lu Ke’en for a while, but she did not mention anything about her injury. She fell asleep after a while of talking, but Lu Ke’en dared not wake her up. He eyed the ward and was rather satisfied with it. Else, he would have arranged for a transfer.

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nHe had seen his daughter. Even though it was a rather close call, they could only wait for her to recover. No matter how serious, her injuries would heal over time. However, did that include wounds on the heart?

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n“Does it have anything to do with the Xia household?” Lu Ke’en asked his son. He was not stupid. It was likely to be related. You’re good, Xia Mingzheng. I haven’t even asked for a reply, but he came to our door to be showered with good food and good cigarettes. He even finished a pot of my top-class tea leaves that I can’t even bear to drink.

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nXia Mingzheng’s daughter was fine and waiting to be a bride now, but how many days had his daughter been in the hospital? She even had to undergo surgery. This was not over yet.

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nHe would not back down even if there were two Chu families, not to mention just a Xia household that was related by marriage.

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n“Xiaohua refuses to say.” Lu Jinrong did not understand. Xia Ruoxin refused to say anything, and they could not get anything out of her. However, they all knew that the Xia household had something to do with it… as did Xiaohua’s old identity.

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nLu Ke’en felt his head throb. “Say, who do think Xiaohua’s personality takes after?”

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n“A little like you, Dad.” Lu Jinrong did not lie. Xia Ruoxin’s personality resembled him in some ways. She really did resemble him. She was stubborn and strong… but a softie at the same time.

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nIf he did not see his sister die with his own eyes, he would have assumed that this was really his sister. Unfortunately, his parents only gave him one sibling. Despite all the assumptions and ifs, Lu Ke’en only had a daughter as far as he could remember; but she was definitely not the current Lu Xiaohua.

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nChu Lui opened the door and walked in as he sat down in front of Song Wan and gripped her hand tightly.

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