The Cold-Faced God of War's Favored Concubine Is Not to Be Tried

Suddenly, another scene appeared in front of her eyes, and everything around her was still blurry. She rubbed her eyes, trying to make herself more awake. She found a familiar figure standing not far away - it was her grandfather.

"Grandpa?" Feng Yanan was a little surprised and walked forward.

Grandpa turned around and smiled at her, his eyes full of warmth and love. "Yanan!" he said, patting her head gently.

Feng Yanan felt a warm current in her heart, and she recalled the good times she had with her grandfather. At that time, she had not yet joined the organization. Her grandfather was the only relative around her. Those memories unfolded in her mind like a scroll, making her feel extremely warm and happy.

"Grandpa, why are you here?" Feng Yanan was happy and confused.

Grandpa smiled and didn't answer, just looked at her quietly.

"Grandpa, I miss you so much." Feng Yanan whispered, tears beginning to well up in her eyes.

Grandpa stroked her head gently, with a kind light in his eyes. "Yanan, Grandpa misses you too. You must live a good life, be strong and brave, and never give up no matter what difficulties you encounter."

"Grandpa, I will listen to you!" Feng Yanan nodded. She wanted to go up and hug her grandfather.

But her vision suddenly became blurry, and she saw her grandfather's figure gradually fade, as if covered by a layer of mist. She wanted to grab her grandfather's hand, but she felt that her fingers passed through the ethereal figure and could not grab anything.

"Grandpa! Don't leave me!" Feng Yanan shouted loudly, but Grandpa just smiled, waved to her, and then slowly disappeared into the mist.

Feng Yanan's heart felt like it was torn apart, and she felt extremely lost and helpless. Tears fell like beads from a broken string, and she closed her eyes tightly, unwilling to face this cruel reality.

Yan Lingxiao, who was guarding the bed, saw Feng Yanan crying while she was unconscious on the bed. He looked at her distressedly, as if he could feel her inner pain and anxiety. He gently held her hand, trying to pass on his strength to her, hoping to bring her some comfort.

Yan Lingxiao's eyes were full of concern and worry. He didn't understand why she suddenly fainted and burst into tears. Was she about to wake up? Thinking of this, he gently stroked her hair and called her name softly, hoping to wake her up.

"Nannan! Wake up, what's wrong with you!"

"Yanan! Wake up, please wake up!"

But Feng Yanan did not respond to him, she just kept crying.

Yan Lingxiao felt a pang of pain in his heart when he saw Feng Yanan like this. He reached out his hand, gently wiped away the tears on her face, and gently called her name: "Yanan, Yanan, I'm here, can you hear me?"

Feng Yanan seemed to hear someone calling her name in her dream, and she tried to open her eyes to see who was calling her. However, her vision was still blurry, and she could only vaguely see a familiar figure standing not far in front of her.

At this moment, the events in the secret room appeared in her mind. She shouted loudly: "Yan Lingxiao..."

Her tears rolled down again, and she knew she was not dreaming, but was really awake.

When Feng Yanan slowly opened her eyes, what she saw was Yan Lingxiao's face full of worry and joy. Yan Lingxiao said nothing and hugged her tightly, as if he wanted to merge her into his body, fearing that she would disappear again.

"Yanan, you're finally awake!" Yan Lingxiao's voice was trembling, a mixture of excitement and relief. His hands gently patted her back, as if he was comforting a frightened child.

Feng Yanan felt his nervousness and anxiety. This man was pretty good, and she didn't hate him, so why not try to accept him!

She stretched out her arms, wrapped them around Yan Lingxiao's waist, and leaned her head on his chest, listening to his strong heartbeat. At this moment, she felt more at ease than ever before.

"Yan Lingxiao, I'm fine." She said softly, her voice still a little weak.

Yan Lingxiao didn't loosen his arms, but hugged her tighter. He bent down and kissed her forehead, tears flashing in his eyes. "It's my fault, it's my fault, I hurt you! Nannan, I'm sorry..." Yan Lingxiao said with sobs. His voice was full of self-blame and pain. There was also a deep fear, as if he had just experienced a life-and-death separation. Feng Yanan could feel his love and concern, which filled her heart with warmth.

The two of them hugged each other tightly, without words, only the interweaving of heartbeats and breathing. At this moment, they seemed to have merged into each other's body and soul, becoming an inseparable whole.