Shen Qiuyang’s gaze was sharp; she spotted the two immediately. But when she saw the unconscious Dong Huiying, her expression changed dramatically! "What happened to her?" She rushed towards Liang Zhichen and quickly took the girl from his arms. This wasn’t the first time Shen Qiuyang had snatched the young girl from his embrace, and each time he had appeared nonchalant. But this time, for some reason, he felt as if someone had hollowed out a large chunk of his heart. With a complex expression, he looked at the young girl and helped her straighten the strands of hair that had fallen onto her cheek. Afterward, he heard the sound of the wind, and when he looked up, he saw Su Lang and Liang Yuening rushing over. Su Lang’s face broke into a wide smile, utterly unlike his somber demeanor on the way here, instead radiating a genuine innocence. A healthy flush spread across his delicate baby face, clearly in high spirits. As for Liang Yuening, his gaze was intense. Looking at Dong Huiying, now in Shen Qiuyang’s arms, he felt utterly at a loss. "She, she what happened, how did she get hurt? She’s bled so much..." He reached out as if wanting to touch her but hesitated, as if fearing his own clumsiness might further harm her. His demeanor suggested that in his heart, she was like a delicate and fragile glass doll. "Let’s go, let’s get inside first, and let her lie down." Liang Zhichen also patted Liang Yuening’s shoulder. It had been nearly four months since the brothers had seen each other, and Yuening had changed a lot, not just physically, but also mentally—a transformation from the inside out. He seemed to have endured much. Only then did Liang Yuening realize that his eldest brother was there too. Previously, his heart and eyes had been filled only with Baobao, to the point that he had overlooked his eldest brother. He was somewhat surprised, not expecting to find Baobao not alone, and certainly not in the company of his big brother. Liang Zhichen said, "I had Su Lang send a letter home a while ago. I expect Shujun and the others to arrive soon." "Mm," Liang Yuening nodded, but his demeanor suggested he was only humoring the conversation. It seemed he was either unwilling to listen or too preoccupied to mind, as he awkwardly, holding his breath, carefully took Dong Huiying, still in Shen Qiuyang’s arms, into his own embrace. "Give her to me!" His tone was quite forceful. Shen Qiuyang froze for a moment, then foolishly let go. Afterward, he saw him holding the girl and gently rubbing his cheek against her forehead, his eyes brimming with red, filled with longing and seemingly finding the missing piece of his heart. With her in his arms, at that moment, he felt as if his life was finally complete. Liang Yuening carried Baobao into the wooden cabin and foolishly stood by her bed, his gaze fixed unwaveringly on her, not even daring to blink. As if he feared that this was all a dream, that with a single blink, she would vanish just as she did in his dreams. He had dreamed about her many times. In his dreams, she laughed, cried, cursed, and raged. She was sometimes gentle, sometimes lively, and sometimes she would quarrel with him. She was vividly alive. But every time he tried to reach out and grasp her, she would vanish like a mirage. Each time he awoke, he did so with a deep sense of despondency and loneliness. Sometimes, he even wished he would never wake up. At least in his dreams, he could see her. But once awake, he didn’t even know where she was...