Chapter 47: Breaking Off

That was his beloved car! His most precious possession!
Liu Yongguo stared blankly at his sobbing, broken-down younger brother in his arms, feeling entirely at a loss, and hurriedly guided him back to the hospital first.
Ma Cuihua instinctively moved to scold Liu Yongming.
Liu Yongguo quickly shot her a glare. "Mom, say a little less! Little brother feels like he doesn't even want to live anymore! He's been crying the entire way here!"
Everyone in the hospital room was utterly dumbfounded.
Ma Cuihua said ungraciously, "He still has the nerve to cry! As for his wife—"
When Anran had finished making a plate of mung bean cakes and a serving of fermented glutinous rice dumplings, she placed them on a tray and carried them upstairs. Inside the room, sounds of playful laughter could be heard.
Cathy pressed close to him, shifting her body from time to time, and the intentional or accidental friction finally drove Phoenix's passion to its absolute peak.
"Alright, put me down now!" Xiao Wan finally regained full clarity, reaching out to playfully and affectionately pinch Wei Hanchuan's face.
"There's nothing majorly wrong anymore. The IV fluids currently being used have all been checked by me," Shen Yu said. Luo Feng's sudden condition was due to someone tampering with the medication.
Hearing Han S susu claim she didn't know her, Wang Yizhen could still detect a trace of the unusual in Han Sususu's gaze. It was completely obvious that Han Sususu did recognize Su Chenxi; otherwise, why would she be staring at her so intently?
Feng De looked at his master, who was questioning the abbot, with a complex expression, his heart filled with a mixture of complicated emotions.
How could the Emperor feel good upon hearing this? The Pang family had just been heavily appointed, yet they were already looking down on the royal family—could the Emperor possibly be happy about that?
The handkerchief he carried was embroidered by the palace's finest embroiderers, flawless in every single stitch. If even a single stitch was out of place, it would never have found its way into his hands. Compared to what he used before, this lotus-embroidered handkerchief could only be described as inferior.
After considering the matter for a moment, Chen Yuan decided to first completely calm Liu Quanfu's emotions before pursuing the question about the jade.
"To think you are the state preceptor and protector of the imperial court, yet you don't even know that this military boxing technique was created by the founding prime minister of the Red Dynasty!" Yao Xi put even more force into her right hand.
Liansheng wandered aimlessly throughout the massive campus. There were over a dozen gymnasiums alone, and when he finally arrived at a traditional, antique-style stadium, he heard cheering echoing from inside from afar, as if some sort of competition was underway.
After finishing this series of actions, Fang Xing's face turned extremely pale, as if he might collapse at any moment, and Su Yi supported him just in time.
"Slipping away" refers to a patient escaping supervision. In a sense, the seriousness of severe psychiatric patients slipping away is no less than a criminal breaking out of prison.
Zejin flipped further back. The journal was very thick, recording events across many years. The earliest entries dated back to his childhood, gradually progressing to his youth and then early adulthood. As he read, Zejin's brows furrowed even tighter.
Pedro hesitated. In truth, it had been a very long time since he last met Leonie. Running into her at the cemetery this time was a genuine coincidence, so he hadn't even thought about telling anyone else about Suzanne's current situation.
Then, an even more astonishing scene unfolded. Laifu actually spat out a breath of chilling frost, and without any suspense, it completely enveloped that ball of flame.
"Damn it, it's actually highly toxic. That means not only can I not take a direct hit, but I can't even afford to be grazed by it, or it's over." Lin Yu's eyes narrowed slightly.
Zejin slumped onto the floor. At this moment, he was no legendary son of gods from the Demon Realm, nor was he the student of the contemporary Demon Lord Apophis, nor a young man who had trained bitterly in magic for over five years. Right now, he was simply an ordinary man grieving for his beloved.
He did not understand why this feeling arose within him, but upon hearing that voice, he felt an urgent desire to see its owner, making him struggle even harder to pry his eyes open.
Li Chengqian and Wang Xingxin, leading a large contingent of guards, had just rushed to the Taiji Palace in Chang'an City when they happened to run into Wang Gui, who was just coming out of the palace.