No one noticed that in the crowded airport hall, a person stood silently behind a tall marble-decorated column.

I don’t know how long he stood behind the marble pillar, or when he appeared.

From beginning to end, among so many people coming and going, his eyes were always on Qin Yichen and Wan Han.

It wasn't until those cold eyes watched them disappear from sight that the man slowly turned around and walked out of the airport as if there was no one around.

…

Just when Wan Han and Qin Yichen had just boarded the plane, the old man in Twelve Star City who heard the news happily ordered everyone to arrange everything on the island grandly, waiting for the two people's arrival.

Compared to the relaxation and happiness of the Qin family old man and Qin Yichen, at that time, some people were suffering from severe pain and unspeakable torture.

…

Country C, a seaside villa on a private property.

Dozens of stacked villas and duplex villas are located on the hillside not far from the sea. The white villas are looming among the lush woods.

There are rockeries and outdoor covered bridges between villas, and sky gardens and small squares are also built on the mountains.

With the green mountains at the back and the sea view in the distance, this kind of outdoor paradise exists, and the luxurious and dreamy scene is like a fairy tale.

At this time, the central and most luxurious five-story villa in the villa complex was decorated in the most retro European medieval style.

Authentic oil paintings can be seen everywhere, bronze artistic candlesticks and ornaments, and even quills placed on the dark solid wood table. Everything is luxurious, low-key, with equal emphasis on beauty and retro literary atmosphere.

As soon as you step in, you will feel as if time and space are intertwined and you have strayed into the home of a medieval aristocrat.

At this moment, in the corridor on the third floor of the villa, foreign servants in uniform servant uniforms were coming and going, and doctors in white coats were coming in and out from time to time.

As you walk further inside, the smell of medicine and disinfectant becomes stronger and stronger. This smell is even worse than in a hospital.

In the largest bedroom, a pale man lay quietly on a vintage iron-bronze bed with a curtain.

Although everyone was busy around him, their footsteps on the thick carpet were extremely soft, for fear of disturbing the young man.

Among the faces of Westerners around him, the pale man lying on the bed looked particularly outstanding. He had the most handsome and exquisite oriental face, handsome and elegant, like the most pleasant Clivia.

This man doesn't look too old, his handsome eyebrows don't look sharp at all, his eyes are closed tightly and covered by long eyelashes, and his thin lips are tightly pursed and have a transparent texture.

.

Perhaps because of his long-term illness, his face was very pale and his cheeks were extremely thin. Even his slender hands that were gently resting on the outside of the blanket were so thin and had bulging joints, which made people feel distressed.

His breathing was weak, even and slow, and he looked as fragile as a fragile porcelain.

But even so, it did not hide his unusually handsome face.

At this time, a doctor with gray eyes and blond hair was sitting beside the bed, checking his pulse and blood pressure. While observing him, he also used a pen to record something in his notebook.

"Master Yuchi, how do you feel now?" the blond doctor asked softly in not very fluent Chinese.

The young man on the bed slowly opened his eyes. His dark eyes were as bright as paint, and astonishingly bright. When he looked at people like this, they looked like a gurgling clear spring.

His face is very delicate and elegant... He seems to look like someone.

"Tell them all to get out..." With pale, bloodless lips and a hoarse voice, he uttered a brief sentence.

There was an undeniable intimidation in his eyes. Even with such a pale and helpless face, it was still something that should not be underestimated.

"Okay!!" The blond doctor knew that the servants and nurses around him were disturbing him, so he waved his hand and told everyone to go out.

Soon, so many servants did not panic at all, and quickly and orderly receded like the tide.

In the huge room, only the blond doctor was left, and a middle-aged man wearing a butler's uniform was standing by the bed with lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes.

Seeing that the room became quiet, the man on the bed, who was called Master Yuchi, turned his head slightly and looked towards the window.

"Uncle Qing, help me open the windows." The man pushed himself up with difficulty, leaned against the bed and whispered.

"Master Xi, please don't open the window. The wind blowing from the beach is strong now. Don't let it cool you down." The middle-aged man who looked like a butler said worriedly.

He turned his eyes and only glanced at Uncle Qing. When Uncle Qing touched her eyes, he immediately fell silent, not daring to say anything more, and stepped forward to open all the windows.

Immediately, a sea breeze came in with a salty and wet smell, causing the curtains to fly, and also dispersed some of the smell of disinfectant that permeated the house.

The pale Yu Chixi took a deep breath and felt her chest relaxed a little.

At this time, the blond doctor also finished the examination, put away his tools, and said with a solemn expression: "Master Yuchi, your condition has worsened a little. It's better to find a match for transplantation as soon as possible, otherwise, the situation will be really not optimistic.

"

"Yeah, I got it, let's go down." Yu Chixi still looked out the window indifferently, not paying attention to what the blond doctor said at all, as if he didn't care about his own body.

The blond doctor seemed to know that he couldn't be persuaded, so he sighed helplessly, packed up his things and turned around to go out.

The room became completely quiet.

Uncle Qing stood by the bed as motionless as an invisible man, while Yuchi Xi's handsome profile looked a little sad, and his eyes became dim, lost in thought.

His broken body had been tortured by illness for so many years, and he really didn't care at all.

But, can I still see her in my lifetime?

After searching for her for many years in the vast sea of ​​people, if he could see her before he died, he would really have no regrets at all.

"Uncle Qing, is there any news?" Yu Chixi raised his pale hand and pressed it on his chest. Even though he knew the answer would be disappointing, he still couldn't help but want to ask.

The middle-aged man, Uncle Qing, immediately lowered his body, with a distressed and respectful look on his face: "No... However, my people are still investigating. After so many years, the clues are very vague, but they have already found M City in China. Master Xi, you

Don't worry, you will definitely find the lady."

"City M?" Yuchixi repeated these two words with colorless lips, and a strange look flashed across his eyes. No one noticed that in the crowded airport hall, behind a tall marble-decorated column,

A person stood silently.

I don’t know how long he stood behind the marble pillar, or when he appeared.

From beginning to end, among so many people coming and going, his eyes were always on Qin Yichen and Wan Han.

It wasn't until those cold eyes watched them disappear from sight that the man slowly turned around and walked out of the airport as if there was no one around.

…

Just when Wan Han and Qin Yichen had just boarded the plane, the old man in Twelve Star City who heard the news happily ordered everyone to arrange everything on the island grandly, waiting for the two people's arrival.

Compared to the relaxation and happiness of the Qin family old man and Qin Yichen, at that time, some people were suffering from severe pain and unspeakable torture.

…

Country C, a seaside villa on a private property.

Dozens of stacked villas and duplex villas are located on the hillside not far from the sea. The white villas are looming among the lush woods.

There are rockeries and outdoor covered bridges between villas, and sky gardens and small squares are also built on the mountains.

With the green mountains at the back and the sea view in the distance, this kind of outdoor paradise exists, and the luxurious and dreamy scene is like a fairy tale.

At this time, the central and most luxurious five-story villa in the villa complex was decorated in the most retro European medieval style.

Authentic oil paintings can be seen everywhere, bronze artistic candlesticks and ornaments, and even quills placed on the dark solid wood table. Everything is luxurious, low-key, with equal emphasis on beauty and retro literary atmosphere.

As soon as you step in, you will feel as if time and space are intertwined and you have strayed into the home of a medieval aristocrat.

At this moment, in the corridor on the third floor of the villa, foreign servants in uniform servant uniforms were coming and going, and doctors in white coats were coming in and out from time to time.

As you walk further inside, the smell of medicine and disinfectant becomes stronger and stronger. This smell is even worse than in a hospital.

In the largest bedroom, a pale man lay quietly on a vintage iron-bronze bed with a curtain.

Although everyone was busy around him, their footsteps on the thick carpet were extremely soft, for fear of disturbing the young man.

Among the faces of Westerners around him, the pale man lying on the bed looked particularly outstanding. He had the most handsome and exquisite oriental face, handsome and elegant, like the most pleasant Clivia.

This man doesn't look too old, his handsome eyebrows don't look sharp at all, his eyes are closed tightly and covered by long eyelashes, and his thin lips are tightly pursed and have a transparent texture.

.

Perhaps because of his long-term illness, his face was very pale and his cheeks were extremely thin. Even his slender hands that were gently resting on the outside of the blanket were so thin and had bulging joints, which made people feel distressed.

His breathing was weak, even and slow, and he looked as fragile as a fragile porcelain.

But even so, it did not hide his unusually handsome face.

At this time, a doctor with gray eyes and blond hair was sitting beside the bed, checking his pulse and blood pressure. While observing him, he also used a pen to record something in his notebook.

"Master Yuchi, how do you feel now?" the blond doctor asked softly in not very fluent Chinese.

The young man on the bed slowly opened his eyes. His dark eyes were as bright as paint, and astonishingly bright. When he looked at people like this, they looked like a gurgling clear spring.

His face is very delicate and elegant... He seems to look like someone.

"Tell them all to get out..." With pale, bloodless lips and a hoarse voice, he uttered a brief sentence.

There was an undeniable intimidation in his eyes. Even with such a pale and helpless face, it was still something that should not be underestimated.

"Okay!!" The blond doctor knew that the servants and nurses around him were disturbing him, so he waved his hand and told everyone to go out.

Soon, so many servants did not panic at all, and quickly and orderly receded like the tide.

In the huge room, only the blond doctor was left, and a middle-aged man wearing a butler's uniform was standing by the bed with lowered eyebrows and lowered eyes.

Seeing that the room became quiet, the man on the bed, who was called Master Yuchi, turned his head slightly and looked towards the window.
To be continued...