Carbon fire burned in the fireplace, and the interior was as warm as spring.

Ye Weilan sat in front of the window, with a blanket on her legs and a book spread out on the blanket.

Her eyebrows and eyes were soft, her body was filled with a peaceful atmosphere, and she was focused on the book.

Cheng'er sat aside, holding her chin and staring at her in a daze.

But in just one week, she has gone from her initial collapse to her happy acceptance now.

The indifferent attitude makes everyone feel distressed.

The twins blamed themselves and did not dare to appear in front of her until now.

Qi Ye’s woman should have been so fond of all kinds, but now she has to live in a wheelchair. It’s sad to think about it.

Cheng'er thoughtfully poured a glass of water and said, "Mrs. Young lady, let's drink some water."

Ye Weilan looked up at her, her beautiful crystal pupils were as clear as ever: "Go and call the twins."

Cheng'er put the cup on the table and ran out immediately.

Ye Weilan lifted the retro curtains with one hand and looked into the distance.

When she was young, she asked the little Ye Bing what it was after the snow melted?

He was silent for a long time, and he replied that it was spring.

Spring is coming soon.

Suddenly, a clear ringtone interrupted her fantasy, and the cell phone on the table rang.

Ye Weilan pushed the wheelchair over, and she had never seen a strange number before.

She waited for a while, and the ringtone continued.

A strange feeling, Ye Weilan pressed the answer button.

"who?"

An evil and cold voice came from inside: "I will find someone to cure your legs."

With a "bang", the phone in Ye Weilan's hand fell to the ground.

Her eyes widened and her body trembled slightly, this voice...

Even after so many years, she couldn't forget it.

The childhood nightmare reappeared again. She looked pale and stared at her phone as if she had seen some kind of terrifying monster. She pushed the wheelchair and retreated.

The man's voice on the phone continued: "Lanlan, it's time to go home."

"No--" She let out a creepy scream and smashed the book on her body hard.

Don't go home!

That's not her home!

Her voice alarmed the guards outside. They rushed in quickly and saw the mistress losing control, with a fearful expression, looking for something to smash around.

"Young lady!"

Someone called out and his eyes were swiftly patrolling around, intending to find out some abnormalities.

Someone rushed to find Qi Ye.

By the time Qi Ye came back, Ye Weilan had calmed down, his eyes wide and his face was pale.

Damn it!

Qi Ye lowered his curse, who made his girl show such an expression?

"Qi Ye," she suddenly seemed to find a child to rely on, and hugged his waist tightly: "He is here..."

"who?"

"He..." Ye Weilan suddenly thought about it, and Qi Ye forgot everything about her.

Death is closely related to her, and he doesn't remember that person anymore...

Her hands were cold and she was a little incoherent: "He is...he wants me to go home..."

Qi Ye's starry eyes sank: "Death God?"

She nodded in panic, her cheeks were whiter than the snow outside: "Qi Ye, that place is so terrible, that person is so terrible, he will throw me into the coffin, and he will strangle me to death, I won't go back..."

Qi Ye touched her forehead, covered in cold sweat.

Her clear pupils were a little dispersed, her eyes were not focal, and she seemed to be trapped by some kind of nightmare.

Qi Ye swept across the room with sharp eyes and ordered: "Take out the young lady's cell phone!"
Chapter completed!