Chapter 137: Sneaking into Her Room at Midnight

Zhou Luoxi’s roar brought Lu Yao to a halt.

Without turning back, she stared at the spiraling staircase and said in a calm, flat tone, "I just said that it wasn't Ye Hua’s time to die yet. But I believe heaven will not let this go unpunished. One day, she will meet a miserable end."

A sharp pain pierced Zhou Luoxi’s heart. He stepped forward and pulled Lu Yao into a tight embrace. "Yao, I know you have spent many years searching bitterly for the culprit who harmed you and your mother. I also know that the spiritual anchor that kept you alive all these years was the hope of finding this heinous criminal. I truly understand your feelings. But I was unaware of it at the beginning; had I known, I would never have..."

Lu Yao bit her lip, tears streaming silently down her face. Her heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an iron grip, making it impossible to breathe or even beat.

Sensing her relentless trembling, Zhou Luoxi quickly loosened his hold. He noticed that she had bitten her lower lip so hard that fresh, crimson blood was seeping out.

Heart aching, Zhou Luoxi gently stroked her back and consoled her, "I will take care of Ye Hua for you."

Lu Yao shook her head slightly. "Ye Hua is not the only culprit. According to a reliable source, it was a trap meticulously planned by Ye Hua and the organization she belongs to, specifically designed to hunt down my mother and bleed her dry."

Zhou Luoxi had not expected the truth behind it all to be so complex. His brows furrowed tightly. "I will track down this hidden organization."

"Thank you, but do it quickly. It must be done before K arrives in the capital." As she finished speaking, Lu Yao prepared to return to her room, but stopped, remembering something. "How much time did K give you?"

"Three months," Zhou Luoxi sighed. "But I suspect that after one month, K will come to seize you."

"Understood. Then hurry and investigate; don't sleep tonight." Lu Yao turned back and tugged at the corner of her mouth toward Zhou Luoxi, signaling a truce.

Having grown up together, Zhou Luoxi naturally knew she had let go of her grudge.

He reached out and patted her shoulder gently, offering a bitter smile. Lu Yao gritted her teeth, her face remaining expressionless.

Back in her room, she immediately took off her shirt and went into the bathroom to check the injury on her back near her shoulder in the mirror. As expected, the area was red and swollen. No wonder it had stung so sharply at the slightest touch. Ye Zehong had said that applying medicinal oil would help it heal faster. However, Zhou Luoxi was not Ye Zehong; he wouldn't have daily medications on hand. She glanced at the swelling again, thinking that a good night's sleep might reduce it, and decided against searching for medicine. She simply showered and climbed into bed.

Perhaps it was the exhaustion of a long, turbulent day, but she fell into a deep sleep within thirty seconds of hitting the mattress.

In her dream, she returned to the scene of Jing Mengxian’s death. In the dream, no matter how hard she cried or how much she screamed, her mother never opened her eyes again, parted from her forever.

"Mom..."

"Mother..."

Lu Yao snapped awake from the dream. She stared at the nautical-themed surroundings, her heart slowly returning to a state of calm.

The next second, she noticed the window being pushed open from the outside. Frightened, she immediately closed her eyes and pretended to be asleep.

She had initially feared an intruder was breaking in to harm her and was ready to fight back at a moment's notice, but a familiar scent reached her nostrils.

Ye Zehong?

How could he have climbed through the window into her room?

Just as Lu Yao was feeling confused, an incredibly gentle voice whispered in her ear: "Lu Yao, wake up..."

Lu Yao was caught in a dilemma.

Should she wake up, or should she not?