Yu Lan wasn’t the only one in a panic.

Even Huo Zhanting and the others, who had also heard the sound, looked baffled.

’What on earth was Yu Wenzhou up to?’

’Was he doing this on purpose, or...’

Before the thought could even fully form...

Yu Lan, who had already rushed upstairs, slammed open the door to Yu Wenzhou’s room with a BANG.

Lying silently on the bed, Yu Wenzhou appeared before them. His face was so pale it was nearly translucent, his breathing almost imperceptible.

The phone by his pillow was still insistently making noise.

But its owner could no longer get up to answer it.

To them, the deeply sleeping young man looked as if he was about to die in his sleep.

"Yu Wenzhou!"

Yu Lan was instantly terrified.

Fighting against the weakness in her limbs, she quickly ran to the man’s side.

It was only when she was standing right beside Yu Wenzhou that Yu Lan realized the young man was perhaps even more fragile and gaunt than she had imagined.

His face was pale, his features gaunt, and his thin lips were completely colorless.

Even his breathing was nearly silent.

Terrified, Yu Lan’s legs suddenly gave out, and she collapsed to her knees by the bedside.

Her hand trembling, she reached out to feel for breath under his nose.

The air was utterly still.

For two or three seconds, it was so quiet you could have heard a pin drop.

Huo Zhanting and the others watched as Yu Lan, her face tense ever since she’d found him, finally let out a sigh of relief.

She forced a smile onto her face.

"Thank God, he’s still alive."

"But why..."

’Why has he become like this?’

’Have his previous injuries not healed yet?’

’Or was he in shock from my sudden disappearance?’

Seeing the frown etched between Yu Lan’s brows, Huo Zhanting looked away slightly and pulled her into a comforting embrace.

"I’ve already called for a doctor from the First Legion."

"Don’t worry, he’ll be alright."

"That’s right, Lanlan, don’t worry. I still have some restorative supplements from Deep Sea Star. We can give them to Yu Wenzhou later, he’ll be fine."

The men were, for once, on the same side.

No matter what their previous attitudes and thoughts were towards Yu Wenzhou.

They absolutely could not let this man die in front of Yu Lan.

’Otherwise, if she investigates and discovers what we’ve done, what if she pins all the blame on us?’

’A dead white moonlight becomes an eternal white moonlight.’

Just as the men were anxiously comforting Yu Lan, Yu Wenzhou, who was lying on the bed and clinging to his last breath, seemed to hear her voice through the haze of his consciousness.

His eyelashes fluttered. He forced his eyes open and turned his head toward the sound, his gaze blank. A weak voice rasped from his throat:

"Has Lanlan come back?"

"Are you hurt?"

Yu Wenzhou was now so weak he could barely move, so weak he couldn’t even make out Yu Lan’s face.

He could only vaguely see a few figures floating in front of him.

’Huo Zhanting and the others all went to find Yu Lan, so I’m the only one in the villa.’

’Since there are people here now, it must mean Yu Lan is back.’

’This is wonderful.’

A faint smile touched Yu Wenzhou’s lips. The heart that had been clenched tight with worry seemed to have fulfilled its final mission, and at last, it settled.

His breathing began to slow, and the last flicker of life he had been clinging to started to fade away.

In the next second—

Sensing something was wrong, Yu Lan tightly grabbed Yu Wenzhou’s hand and placed it on her face.

"Yu Wenzhou, don’t fall asleep."

"I’m back. Don’t you want to see me?"

"Don’t fall asleep."

"You said we would raise a bunny together. If you fall asleep, I’ll have Huo Zhanting give it away."

"If you’re gone, I won’t raise a bunny anymore."

"Don’t you know that seeing it would just remind me of you?"

Hearing the helplessness hidden within her threats...

Yu Wenzhou’s heart filled with regret.

’What a shame!’

’In these wonderful times...’

’...I’m just lying here in bed, growing weaker, fading into nothing.’*

’I can no longer live with the little female I cherish so dearly.’*

But...

Yu Wenzhou’s fingertips faintly brushed against something wet.

’Is she crying for me?’

’That’s enough.’

’Even if my Female Master has long since forgotten me, I’m still in her heart. She’s weeping for me.’

’Then my life has not been in vain.’

At this moment,

The life force in Yu Wenzhou’s body was rapidly draining away at a terrifying speed.

Yu Lan wanted to stop it, but who could possibly stop life from fading away? That was a feat only a god could perform.

She cried out in sorrow.

No matter how powerful and high-ranking Huo Zhanting and the others were, all they could do was watch in somber silence.

At this moment,

The men finally believed that even if Yu Wenzhou’s presence at Yu Lan’s side had been shrouded in conspiracy...

...from beginning to end, he truly never had any intention of harming Yu Lan.

If he couldn’t protect his Female Master, he would rather die himself.

He had secrets.

But what did that matter now?

Sheng Yiqing, the more sentimental of the group, felt his own eyes turn red.

Feeling a pang of sympathy for one of his own kind, he raised a hand and wiped the corner of his eye.

Just then,

Suddenly, the sound of pounding footsteps came from outside the room.

Shen Zueran appeared at the bedroom door, clearly having just rushed over from his lab. His large, well-defined hand braced against the doorframe.

His bangs were damp with sweat, and he looked at them, panting.

"I made it. I’m not too late."

"What?" Jun Lin Yuan frowned.

In the next second,

Shen Zueran collected himself. With calm and steady steps, he walked toward Yu Lan, who was clinging to Yu Wenzhou, her eyes brimming with tears.

"Lanlan," Shen Zueran said, gently patting her shoulder. His touch was, as always, gentle yet firm, filled with a reassuring strength.

"I’m here. Don’t worry, he’ll be alright."

As Shen Zueran spoke, he took out a Deep Blue Potion and held it out in front of Yu Lan.

"Just have him drink this. Once the poison is neutralized, there won’t be any problems."

"What?"

Yu Lan stared blankly at Shen Zueran, a lone tear she hadn’t wiped away tracing a path down her cheek.

"Yu Wenzhou was poisoned?"

’But this isn’t the time to wonder who poisoned him, or how Shen Zueran got the antidote.’*

Yu Lan quickly took the Deep Blue Potion, clutching it like a lifeline, and slowly brought it to Yu Wenzhou’s lips, trying to get him to drink.

But Yu Wenzhou, whose body was extremely weak and whose very soul was on the verge of fading into nothingness, could no longer perceive any external stimuli.

The so-called antidote, the Deep Blue Potion, was held to his lips, but he had long since lost the strength to drink it.

Anxious and terrified, Yu Lan squeezed her eyes shut, took a large gulp of the potion herself, and bent down to feed it to Yu Wenzhou mouth-to-mouth.

Shen Zueran’s dark eyes deepened as he watched, but he said nothing.

His gaze fell upon Yu Wenzhou’s sleeping face, and he scoffed inwardly.

’A dead white moonlight?’

’An eternal white moonlight?’

’In his dreams.’

’He would never allow someone to occupy Yu Lan’s heart so completely, year after year, becoming an untouchable memory that no one else could ever surpass.’

’Only the living have a chance.’