Martial Arts: The Secret Villain Starting from Huashan

After hearing this, the tension on Li Yangji's face eased a little. He knew that his wife Pucha Ningran had always been in good health, and if she wasn't really unwell, she would never stay in bed. His suspicion began to dissipate, and was replaced by concern.

"Ahem... Ningran, how...how do you feel now?"

There was a hint of anxiety in Li Yangji's voice, and his coughs were intermittent, as if every word was struggling to find an outlet for his worry and concern, but that concern was clearly audible, like the brightest star in the night sky, still shining and radiating heat despite the obstruction of endless darkness.

"Do you want to ask a doctor to take a look?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Yangji's eyes were fixed on his wife Pucha Ningran, his eyes were full of expectation and worry, as if he wanted to read any possible hidden pain from her face. His hand stretched out unconsciously, his fingertips trembling slightly, like a leaf about to fall, swaying in the autumn wind.

Li Yang wanted to touch her forehead to check if there were any signs of fever. It was a simple and direct concern, but at this moment it seemed unusually heavy. His hand stopped in mid-air, hesitant.

Afraid that his actions would disturb her, or cause her more discomfort without her noticing, Li Yangji finally lowered his arm slowly without touching her forehead.

"No... no need. I'm much better now."

Pucha Ningran shook her little head, her black hair swaying slightly with the movement, as if silently emphasizing her words. She forced a smile to indicate that she did not need her husband Li Yangji to worry about her extra.

"Yangji, how about you? You came here so early this morning. Is there something going on?"

Pucha raised her head, her eyes looking through the weakness in front of her, trying to catch the emotion that flashed across her husband Li Yangji's face. Her voice was a little light, as if she was chatting about an extremely ordinary household matter, rather than asking a question that might hide a deeper meaning.

Although Pucha Ningran knew clearly in her heart that it was no coincidence that her husband Li Yangji was standing in front of her at this moment, she still pretended to be confused and asked in a somewhat naive tone, as if she was really surprised by his sudden appearance.

She knew that sometimes all people needed was an excuse, a seemingly insignificant reason to cover up the real worries and concerns deep in their hearts.

Seeing his wife Pucha asking, Li Yangji spoke up and told her the reason for his visit today.

"Ahem... Ningran, I came here today for nothing special. It's just that Huan'er is already waiting for you in the lobby. Ahem... Huan'er wants you to take her to the street to play."

As soon as Li Yangji's voice sounded, it was mixed with a few unexpected coughs. Despite this, he still insisted on finishing his words, as if these words had extraordinary meaning to him.

As Li Yangji spoke, he gently patted his chest with his hands, trying to calm the sudden cough, but even so, his eyes were full of tenderness and doting on the little sister Li Yihuan in front of him.

There was a hint of gentleness and doting in his voice. Li Yangji looked at his wife Pucha Ningran with a hint of expectation in his eyes. He knew that his younger sister Li Yihuan was attached to and trusted his wife Pucha Ningran.

It was almost as if Li Yihuan had a deep affection for her elder brother. After he finished speaking, his throat began to itch uncontrollably, and a series of coughs interrupted the flow of his speech.

"Cough cough..."

After hearing what her husband Li Yangji had just said, Pucha Ningran raised her eyebrows slightly and a faint smile appeared on the corners of her mouth. She knew her sister-in-law Li Yihuan's personality and habits very well. She was a lively and active child who was full of curiosity about the world.

"Oh?"

She moaned softly, her tone full of tenderness and understanding, as if in her heart, no matter what the little member of the family asked for, she would tolerate and understand it.

"Then Huan'er really can't wait."

Pucha Ningran repeated the words of her husband Li Yangji with a hint of playfulness and kindness in her tone. She was full of doting on this little life in her family who was eager to explore the world and did not want to miss any of its little wishes.

"Yangji, how about this? You go tell Huan'er first and ask her to wait patiently for a while. I'll tidy up a little bit. After all, you still need to dress up before going out shopping."

"Then I'll go find her in the lobby right away, and we'll go out for a walk together. There are always so many new and interesting things on the street. Maybe we can find some treasures to take home."

At this point, Pucha Ningran's mouth curled up slightly, her face softened a little, and a warm light flashed in her eyes. She imagined the bustling scene on the street, and the image of Huan'er's lively eyes wide open emerged in her mind.

Whenever a child discovers an interesting new toy, his or her unique surprise and excitement are always so sincere and touching. Pucha Ningran likes to see Huan'er's pure happiness, the kind of joy that comes from the depths of the soul without any affectation.

"Okay... cough cough..."

Li Yangji's voice was weak. He tried hard to suppress his cough, but his stubborn throat still refused to quiet down. His face was slightly pale and his eyes revealed a hint of imperceptible fatigue. Despite this, his eyes were still full of tenderness and concern for his family.

He nodded slightly to show that he had heard Pucha Ningran's words and understood her arrangements. Although he felt a little unwell, he knew that Pucha Ningran would arrange everything properly and would not let his younger sister Li Yihuan down.

"Ahem...I'll go tell Huan'er right now."

Li Yangji tried to steady his breathing again, suppressing his cough, and answered gently. There was a barely perceptible worry in the corner of his eyes, but the smile on his mouth was as warm as the spring breeze. He didn't want his family to see his sick side.

As soon as he finished speaking, Li Yangji turned around slowly. His figure seemed somewhat lonely and determined. He walked towards the door. Every step he took seemed heavy and slow, as if every step was stepping on his heavy heart.

"Cough cough..."

Although his steps were steady, each step seemed to require great effort. The stubborn cough always followed him like an invisible chain, restraining his tired body.

There was an indescribable dullness in the air around them. Li Yangji's back lengthened in the gentle sunlight, as if even his shadow revealed a wordless sadness. His arms trembled slightly and his fingers clenched into fists, as if at this moment, he was having a fierce struggle with his heart.

Suddenly, Li Yangji turned around, looked at his wife Pucha with complicated eyes, and spoke solemnly. There was a flash of determination in his eyes, accompanied by deep concern and love.

"Ning... Ningran, if you have any difficulties, remember to tell me, we..."

Li Yang's voice was a little choked, but he continued firmly.

"We...we are husband and wife. No matter what problems we encounter...we should face them together."

"I know."

Pu Cha answered quietly and softly, but a complex emotion surged in her heart, as if it was a tangled mess of threads. She knew that her husband Li Yangji's words came from the heart, but since she had already taken that step, there was no turning back.

No matter what the future holds, Pucha Ningran must always handle every step carefully, otherwise not only herself but also her beloved Xu Xingchen (Li Qingmo) will be in danger.

"Ok!"

Li Yangji finally left with peace of mind. His back gradually went away, slightly hunched. The pain silently eroded his body, but his will remained as strong as a rock.

"Cough cough..."

Along the way, Li Yangji had to stop from time to time. Coughs that were more violent than the last burst out from his chest. Every cough seemed to tear his lungs, causing him great pain.

He covered his mouth tightly, trying to suppress the uncontrolled coughs and prevent them from revealing more weakness and morbidity. Li Yangji covered the corners of his mouth tightly with the back of his hands, as if this could hide the discomfort of his body, but he could not conceal the tired look in his eyes.