Chapter 513: Mr. Fu and Little Star Recognize Each Other

dical Building and immediately pushed into the operating room.- The explosion at the villa was so loud that it made the news.Shen Lue, who was stationed at Nanshan Mental Hospital by order, received a...When Mu Xing arrived at the foot of Qingyun Mountain, it was completely dark.

A red supercar screeched to a halt in front of the earthen house. She yanked open her seatbelt and jumped out, sprinting toward the entrance. The fence gate lay lopsided on the ground, and bloodstains were faintly visible under the car's headlights.

Mu Xing's beautiful eyebrows knitted together tightly, she urgently pushed open the door, a strong smell of blood hit her nose!

She ran into the room and turned on the lights. On the bed lay a woman covered in blood, with countless wounds oozing blood. The sheets beneath her were soaked red!

"Aunt!"

Mu Xing was stabbed in the eyes by the scene before her, and she ran over in a panic, kneeling half on the bed, grabbing the woman's wrist to feel her pulse, her fingertips trembling uncontrollably.

Yu Rong was already on the verge of death. Hearing Mu Xing's voice, she struggled to muster her last bit of consciousness and opened her eyes. "That disobedient brat Xiao Yi didn't listen to me. How did he still manage to bring you here"

"Aunt, don't speak first, let me give you acupuncture."

Mu Xingqiang held back the tears welling up in her eyes, reached for her silver needles, and Yu Rong grasped her hand, smiling and shaking her head. "No use," she said, "I'm a doctor too, I know my own condition."

"No, no, I won't let anything happen to you!"

Mu Xing withdrew her hand and gave her a needle.

No matter how hard one tries, they cannot stop the swift passing of that fragile life.

Yu Rong's breathing and pulse were weakening, almost imperceptible. Mu Xing's entire heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly by something, the pain making her breathe with difficulty. Tears flowed unconsciously from her eyes.

"Don't cry... little fool, a wretch like me isn't worth your tears. "

Yu Rong lifted her hand with difficulty, wiping Mu Xing's tears. "Don't investigate, don't seek revenge for me, I just hope you and Xiao Yi are safe, promise me..."

"I promise, I'll agree to anything, Aunty. Please, just hold on..."

Mu Xing choked back tears and pleaded, increasing the pressure of the needles in her hand. "I've already lost my master, I can't lose you too, Fatty Aunty, please don't leave me..."

"Little silly girl... I'm sorry..."

Yu Rong spoke in a hesitant, silken voice: "After I die, please bury me in the courtyard outside. From the mountaintop, one could… see…"

As the last note faded, Xue Shou, who had been wiping Hai Mu Xing's tears, suddenly plummeted from the air, landing on the bed frame. The crystal teardrops dangling from his fingertips shattered upon impact with the floor.

As if all senses were stripped away, the scene before my eyes became eerily silent in that instant.

Mu Xing stood motionless for a few moments, then stubbornly continued to apply needles until Yu Rong's body grew cold and stiff. Only then did she stop, trembling hands clutching Yu Rong's hand, burying her face in the cold palm.

The room was dimly lit, her thin shoulders trembling uncontrollably. She seemed to be lost in a wavering shadow, radiating silent sorrow...

Yun Tuo, hiding in the shadows, couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy seeing Mu Xing like this. He sent a message to Master Fu, relaying the situation with a somber expression.

When Fu Lingxiao rushed over upon receiving the message, Mu Xing was digging a grave in the courtyard in front of the house. Her expression was calm, showing no trace of grief, only her downcast eyes, deep and red.

Fu Lingxiao's handsome brow furrowed, he walked over and pressed down on her hand.

Mu Xing was stunned for a moment, didn't look up at him, just gently pushed his hand away and continued to dig the hole.

Fu Lingxiao's thin lips trembled slightly, his Adam's apple bobbed, but he didn't say anything. He silently went to get a shovel and helped her dig.

Having dug a deep pit, Mu Xing turned and entered the house, shutting the door.

An hour later, the door was opened again.

Mu Xing walked slowly over, holding the woman who had been dead for some time. The woman was clearly carefully tended to; the bloodstains on her face and hands were wiped clean, and she wore a fresh, clean set of clothes.

Mu Xing gently placed her into the deep pit, then took out a white handkerchief and covered her face with it.

Holding both hands full of soil, she sprinkled it little by little onto her.

The deep pit slowly filled, a tombstone erected. Mu Xing's hands were covered in blood, but she didn't seem to notice. Red-eyed, she knelt before the grave.

Fu Ling stood silently behind Mu Xing, his eyes downcast as he gazed at her, filled with tenderness but unable to offer comfort. He knew that Xing'er viewed Yu Rong as her mother, which was also the reason he had never killed Yu Rong.

Darkness unknowingly retreated, and the sky gradually brightened.

The girl kneeling before the grave blinked softly, then stood up and left without a word.

Fu Lingxiao immediately got into another car and followed closely behind.

Soon after they left, a car sped up and stopped outside the dirt house.

Zuo Zhiyi hurriedly got out of the car and saw the newly erected grave in the yard. His hands on both sides clenched tightly, and he walked over with a "thump" kneeling before the grave.

"Mom, Xiaoyi is back late."

Actually, the woman he had been calling "Mom" for over ten years was only ten years older than him.

At first, he was the most lowly experimental subject in the lab, and she was the researcher who injected him with drugs every day.

Until that escape, she ventured back into danger, risking her life in his despairing eyes, and together they fled that prison of endless night.

Later, they arrived at Qingyun Mountain. She disguised herself as a country woman and he became her son who depended on her.

Their mother-child relationship is fake, but the twelve years of companionship they've shared are not.

"Mom, forgive Little Yi for not being able to listen to you this time. I will personally kill him and avenge you!"

Zu Zhiyi endured the tears, kowtowed three times heavily, and got up to leave.

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Fu Lingxiao followed Mu Xing back to the manor and arrived at the medical building's office.

Seeing her take out the medical kit and clean the broken wound on her finger, she was as calm as if nothing had happened. But the more she acted this way, the more worried he became.

He knew how heartbroken she was right now, he'd rather have her cry it out, fuss about it, even make a scene if that's what it took, than to bottle it all up like this.

Fu Lingxiao's chest ached, he walked to Mu Xing's face, carefully grasped her hands, pursed his thin lips, and with a determined look, softly called her: "Xing'er..."

Mu Xing's long eyelashes trembled, and she slowly raised her head.

She had clearly controlled herself well, but the moment her gaze met the man's tender eyes, tears suddenly and unexpectedly welled up, rolling down her cheeks one by one.

She stared at him with bloodshot eyes, her eyelashes wet with tears, clumped together like a delicate and beautiful lone bird whose wings had been drenched by the rain.

So fragile and helpless, yet stubbornly trying to hold on, breaking hearts with their defiance.

Fu Lingxiao leaned down and hugged her tightly, his big hand gently caressing the back of her head, “Baby, I’m here. Cry if you want to cry, do whatever you want, okay”

"Little uncle..."

Mu Xing could no longer feign composure, burying her face into the man's chest, sobbing uncontrollably.

Fu Ye's maxed-out, adorable little sweetheart is super fierce in a fight. full of pain as if she was resisting something. A closer look would reveal a glimmer of tears in the corner of her eyes.Qiao Da Shan walked to the bed and sat down, his jade-like fingers gently trace...