It’s normal to have skills in Wangwang, right?

The Atobe family's luxurious extended Rolls-Royce, like a silent and elegant black whale, glided silently into the Tokyo evening traffic. The interior was spacious to the point of luxury, with dark leather seats exuding the subtle scent of high-grade leather, and the in-car fragrance system releasing a crisp blend of cedar and sandalwood, attempting to create an absolutely comfortable and tranquil environment.

However, for Liu Lingyin at this moment, this extreme comfort had become a form of torture.

Her headache raged and pounded within her skull as if it were alive. Each heartbeat felt like countless tiny needles pricking her delicate nerve endings. Her vision, hearing, and even her sense of smell became abnormally sensitive and distorted. She could clearly hear the extremely faint hum of the engine; these normally insignificant disturbances were now amplified infinitely by her tormented nerves, transforming into waves that intensified her dizziness and nausea.

She leaned back against the seat, her hands gripping the smooth leather beneath her so tightly that her fingertips turned white from the effort. Her eyes were tightly shut, her long eyelashes trembling with pain, and her face, even in the soft light of the car interior, was frighteningly pale, her lips devoid of any color.

Atobe Keigo sat in the seat next to her, his body slightly turned to the side. His gaze had never left Liu Lingyin since she got on the bus. After all, Liu Lingyin's expression hadn't been good since they arrived, so Atobe had to pay more attention to her.

Despite being the eldest son of a wealthy family, Atobe Keigo is very caring and considerate towards his friends, though he usually hides his true feelings outwardly.

The car drove through a gentle curve with almost negligible body tilt.

This “almost negligible” tilt became the last straw that broke the camel’s back.

Liu Lingyin felt the whole world suddenly spin, turn upside down, and then explode! Immediately, all sounds, light, sensations... were swallowed up by boundless darkness and silence.

"Mmm..." A very faint, almost sobbing groan escaped from her lips.

Immediately afterwards, Atobe watched as the girl, who had been barely sitting up just moments before, suddenly seemed to have all her supporting bones removed, and without warning, she slumped softly towards the outside of the seat, towards the floor of the car!

Atobe Keigo's usually sharp and composed phoenix eyes widened suddenly in that instant! His pupils contracted sharply!

He didn't even have time to think; his body reacted before his mind—it was the almost instinctive, rapid reaction speed honed by top tennis players on the court. His hand, which had been resting on his knee, shot out like lightning, his arm crossing the distance between them, precisely and powerfully blocking Liu Lingyin's continued descent.

A soft thud was the sound of Liu Lingyin's shoulder hitting his arm. It was very light, but it made Atobe's heart skip a beat.

Ignoring the sensation on his arm, he immediately used his other hand to support her, carefully and steadily lifting her heavy, unconscious body, turning her towards him. Finally, he gently placed her head near his shoulder, allowing her to lean against him in a relatively comfortable position. His touch was icy cold; cold sweat almost soaked the strands of hair at her temples and the back of her collar.

"Hey, hey!" Atobe's voice rang out, slightly louder than usual, carrying a tension he himself didn't realize. He freed one hand and gently patted Liu Lingyin's cold arm, trying to wake her.

"Lingyin! Liu Lingyin! Can you hear me? Wake up!"

The girl didn't react. Her eyes were closed, her long eyelashes casting faint shadows on her pale face. Her breathing was weak and rapid, and the rise and fall of her chest was so small it was unsettling. She was like a delicate porcelain doll that had lost its soul, so fragile that she seemed ready to shatter at the slightest touch.

Atobe's heart sank. He frowned, gripped by a strange emotion mixed with anxiety and helplessness.

He almost wanted to immediately order the driver in front to turn the car around and head straight for Tokyo's best hospital.

However, just as he was about to give the order, a sudden thought flashed through his mind: Liu Lingyin urgently needed the medicine spider on the phone.

Do we need to take her to the hospital?

With Liu Lingyin's abilities, she is no less capable than a regular doctor in the hospital, and may even be better.

Therefore, it would be more appropriate to retrieve the medicinal spider first.

He quickly picked up the walkie-talkie in the car, his voice regaining its usual calm and decisiveness, only his speaking speed was a bit faster than usual: "Speed ​​up, get back to the villa in the fastest and smoothest way possible." He emphasized "smoothest way possible."

"Yes, Master Atobe." The driver's well-trained voice came through, without asking a single question. Immediately, the car noticeably accelerated, but still maintained the almost imperceptible smoothness characteristic of top-tier luxury cars, like a black shadow, quickly merging into the traffic and heading towards a high-end residential area in Tokyo.

Although he had decided to return to the villa first, Atobe's caution did not diminish. He still held Liu Lingyin firmly with one hand to make her more comfortable, while picking up his phone with the other.

The call to the housekeeper was answered almost immediately.

"Master."

“Nakamura, immediately contact the Atobe family’s private doctor to be on standby at the villa. Make sure he has the most experienced neurologist. Prepare a quiet, comfortable guest room, set the temperature to a comfortable level, and provide warm water and clean towels. Also,”

He paused, glanced at Liu Lingyin who was leaning on his shoulder oblivious to everything, and added, "There's a dark blue gift box on the second cabinet on the left in the study. Take it; you'll need it later."

The butler's voice on the other end of the phone was completely flat, as if it were perfectly normal for the young master to bring people back to the villa late at night and have a doctor on standby: "Yes, young master Atobe. The doctor and room will be ready before you arrive."

"Hmm." Atobe hung up the phone and tossed it onto the seat beside him.

After doing all this, he relaxed his tense nerves a little, but his gaze remained firmly fixed on Liu Lingyin's face. Silence returned to the carriage, broken only by the faint sound of the engine and the gentle hum of the air conditioning. The scent of roses seemed to be subtly mixed with a faint herbal fragrance from Liu Lingyin's hair and the smell of menthol ointment on her body.

Atobe lowered his head slightly and could see her bloodless face, her tightly furrowed brows, and her lips, which remained slightly pursed even in her unconscious state, due to pain. At this moment, she had shed her usual ease and occasional cunning, leaving only utter helplessness and vulnerability.

This feeling was unfamiliar. He was used to her always having a mysterious air about her, as if she could solve many problems, and he was used to her unyielding and clever demeanor when she argued with him.

Seeing Liu Lingyin so unprepared, weak, and unconscious, he felt a slight sting in a corner of his heart, a dull, indescribable irritation.

He reached out, his fingertips pausing in mid-air before gently brushing away a strand of black hair, damp with cold sweat, that clung to her forehead. It was icy cold to the touch.

"It's really not fancy..."

He murmured to himself, but there was no trace of his usual disdain in his tone. Instead, there was a complex gentleness that even he himself did not fully understand.

"How could you have gotten yourself into this state?"

The car moved smoothly and swiftly. The neon lights outside the window flashed past, casting ever-changing shadows inside the car. Atobe remained motionless, like a guardian statue, only occasionally glancing out the window revealing a hint of barely perceptible anxiety.

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Consciousness seemed to sink into a cold, viscous deep sea.

There was no light, no sound, only boundless darkness and a pervasive, excruciating pain, as if her soul had been torn apart and haphazardly pieced back together. Liu Lingyin felt like a piece of shredded paper, drifting in a raging torrent of mental chaos, on the verge of being completely ripped apart and annihilated at any moment.

Is this the side effect of overworking your spirit? It's a million times more painful than you can imagine.

In a daze, fragmented images and sounds flashed by—

Then came a familiar, crisp, yet proudly elegant rose scent, faint and elusive, like a thread hanging down from a dark abyss. She wanted to grasp it, but she was too weak to raise her hand.

[The temporary host's mental energy has been excessively depleted. The autonomous defense mechanism has been activated. Forced into deep hibernation for repair.]

A cold, mechanical voice, yet strangely reassuring, echoed deep within her consciousness.

Is it... the system? That lottery system with a barely noticeable presence, that only issues tasks and distributes rewards?

[Repair will consume reserve energy. Memory protection procedure is in progress...]

[Warning: The temporary host must collect double the amount of reserve energy consumed in this operation. It is recommended that the host be transported to a space node by this system as soon as possible to collect the energy after repairs are completed.]

【whether】

The temporary host did not respond; the default selection is [Yes].

[Repair begins...]

As that cold voice proclaimed, the pervasive, omnipresent agony seemed to be enveloped by a soft, warm halo. Although the pain didn't disappear, it became bearable, as if viewed through frosted glass. She felt her plummeting consciousness finally being supported by something, slowly sinking into a deeper, truly restorative, tranquil darkness.

Before I sank completely into darkness, the scent of roses seemed to grow a little stronger.