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"Afraid of the cold, are you?" Lin Xiaofan sneered. "This problem of yours is called 'Raynaud's Syndrome' in modern times. You should go see a rheumatologist!"
Moro's body stiffened noticeably. "You..."
"What about me?" Lin Xiaofan pressed on. "You, a modern person, pretending to be mysterious—what's the point? Wearing that broken mask like Voldemort every day, why don't you go audition at Disney?"
Moro suddenly ripped off his mask, revealing a pale and beautiful face. "How do you know I'm afraid of the cold?!"
Before Lin Xiaofan could respond, a synchronized sound of footsteps and clashing weapons erupted outside the manor. A sharp voice shouted, "By order of the Crown Prince, clear out the rioters! Protect the General's residence!"
"Oh no!" Zhuge Liang's expression changed drastically. "The Crown Prince is trying to take this opportunity to capture us all!"
The manor doors were violently smashed open, and fully armed soldiers surged in like a tide. Huo Qubing led the Flower Skirt Army in a desperate resistance, but they were outnumbered and began to retreat step by step.
Lin Xiaofan gritted his teeth and pulled out a jade whistle from his pocket, putting it to his lips and blowing hard—
"Whooo—"
The eerie whistle pierced the sky, and suddenly, thunderous hoofbeats echoed from outside the city. The ground began to tremble slightly as if thousands of horses were approaching.
【Alert! Life signs of General detected!】
【Target distance: 500 meters... 300 meters... 100 meters...】
Moro's expression changed abruptly as he suddenly raised his hand towards Lin Xiaofan. "Die!"
A flash of black light shot through, and Lin Xiaofan felt the world spin around him as the scene before his eyes began to twist and distort...
The sharp smell of disinfectant filled the air.
"Blood pressure normal, heart rate stable..."
"After three months of coma following the car accident, waking up is truly a miracle..."
"Family members, please remain quiet..."
Lin Xiaofan slowly opened his eyes, instinctively raising his hand to shield himself from the blinding white light. A white ceiling, blue curtains, an IV drip inserted into the back of his hand...
"I... I’m back in modern times?"
He turned his head with difficulty and saw his mother with red-rimmed eyes and his father's weary face. On the television across from the hospital bed was an ancient costume drama playing, with actors dressed in familiar attire...
"I... I’m back..." Lin Xiaofan suddenly felt a strong sense of incongruity.
He blinked slowly, adjusting to the glaring white light of the hospital room. The smell of disinfectant made his throat itch, and the cold touch of the IV drip on the back of his hand felt exceptionally real.
"Xiaofan! You finally woke up!" His mother rushed to the bedside, tears streaming down her face, "The doctor said you might never wake up again..."
His father stood nearby, his eyes red-rimmed, "You little rascal, you scared us to death."
"I..." Lin Xiaofan opened his mouth, his voice hoarse and unrecognizable, "How long have I been unconscious?"
"Three whole months!" His mother wiped her tears, "If it weren't for the high insurance your company bought for you, the medical bills would have..."
Suddenly, the door to the hospital room burst open, and a familiar figure rushed in—his ex-girlfriend, Zhou Ting. She was impeccably made up and held a large bouquet of roses.
"Fan Ge!" She dashed to the bedside, tears flowing freely, "I was wrong. Can we get back together? I promise I won't look down on you for not being successful anymore..."
Lin Xiaofan stared at her in a daze. The disdainful look from their breakup overlapped with her tear-streaked face now, creating an indescribable sense of dissonance.
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