Chapter 107: Mother's Strange Words

Ye Feng's words made Gu Ran's face turn pale in an instant; her brows were tightly furrowed, and her eyes were full of shock and confusion: "Ye Feng, what do you mean by that?"

"My Cold Poison... how could it not be innate?"

Ye Feng frowned, his tone carrying a trace of gravity: "The first time I saved you, I discovered that your Cold Poison was not innate, but had been planted by someone!"

"Moreover, it is highly likely to be the person closest to you."

Upon hearing this, Gu Ran's pupils dilated sharply, and her voice carried a trace of trembling: "This... how is this possible?"

"The only people around me who have the opportunity are my parents and my grandparents; how could they..."

Hearing this, Ye Feng reached out one hand to clasp Gu Ran's hand, his tone carrying a trace of reassurance: "Ran Baobao, don't be anxious; I will get to the bottom of this matter!"

"No matter who it is, I will never let them hurt you!"

Gu Ran lowered her head, a complex expression flashing in her eyes.

In her mind, the various experiences she had gone through since childhood kept surfacing, especially the pain of the Cold Poison flaring up around her birthdays.

She had never thought that all of this was actually man-made.

"Ye Feng, can you really get to the bottom of it?"

Gu Ran looked up, her eyes filled with a trace of anticipation and unease.

Ye Feng nodded, his tone carrying a trace of firmness: "Rest assured, with me here, I will definitely get to the bottom of it for you!"

Looking at Ye Feng's firm gaze, Gu Ran's heart gradually calmed down.

She nodded gently: "I believe you!"

The sky gradually darkened, and before they knew it, the two had returned to the dilapidated residential complex.

After parking the car, Ye Feng and Gu Ran walked into their home together.

After tidying up a bit, Ye Feng went into the kitchen and made a few dishes for dinner.

Although they were just a few home-cooked dishes, Gu Ran ate them with exceptional relish.

After the meal, Ye Feng brewed another bowl of medicine for Gu Ran, and after watching her finish it, the two sat on the sofa, quietly enjoying this rare, peaceful time.

"Ye Feng, you must be tired today, right?"

Gu Ran leaned on Ye Feng's shoulder and asked softly.

Ye Feng smiled, his tone carrying a trace of ease: "It's alright; as long as I can cure your Cold Poison, no matter how tired I am, it's worth it!"

Hearing this, Gu Ran's face turned slightly red, and she tapped him lightly: "Stop with the glib talk."

After the two were lovey-dovey for a while, Ye Feng checked the time and stood up, saying: "It's getting late, I should head back."

"Get some rest early; I'll come to see you again tomorrow."

Gu Ran nodded, her tone carrying a trace of reluctance: "Are you leaving so soon?"

Seeing Gu Ran in this state, Ye Feng gave a wicked smile and teased: "What, can't bear to see me go?"

"Actually, staying here is fine too, but... I'm afraid your body won't be able to take it!"

Hearing this, Gu Ran glared at him in feigned anger: "Your brain is full of such things all day long; you really are a stinky hooligan!"

Ye Feng smiled, then lifted his arm to sniff his own armpit: "It doesn't smell!"

Hearing this, Gu Ran looked at him speechlessly; this guy was still as shameless as ever!

She stood up and walked straight toward her room.

When she reached the doorway, Gu Ran stopped, turned around, and looked at Ye Feng, saying: "Don't forget to help me close the door when you leave!"

After saying this, she walked straight in and slammed the door shut.

Seeing this, Ye Feng gave a helpless smile, tidied up a bit, and then returned to his own home...

As soon as he pushed open the front door, Ye Feng saw his mother, Shen Yurou, wearing her reading glasses, sitting on the sofa with needle and thread in hand, focused on knitting a sweater.

Under the lamplight, her figure appeared exceptionally thin, yet it exuded a warm aura.

Ye Feng walked over, sat down next to his mother, and his tone carried a trace of concern: "Mom, it's so late, why haven't you gone to sleep yet?"

Shen Yurou looked up, gave him a kind look, and said with a smile: "Summer is almost over; I'm knitting a few sweaters for you all so they'll be good to wear in the winter."

Ye Feng frowned, his tone carrying a trace of helplessness: "Mom, winter is still a long way off, why are you busy with this?"

"Besides, it's so convenient to buy sweaters now, why bother knitting them yourself?"

Shen Yurou smiled, her tone carrying a trace of detachment: "What if I were to leave?"

"Knitting a few sweaters is just in case of need."

Hearing this, Ye Feng's brows furrowed even tighter.

He snatched the needle and thread from his mother's hand, his tone carrying a trace of urgency: "Leave? Where are you going?"

"You just stay here obediently, you are not allowed to go anywhere!"

Shen Yurou looked at Ye Feng's nervous appearance, and a complex expression flashed in her eyes.

She patted Ye Feng's hand gently, her tone carrying a trace of reassurance: "Alright, alright, I won't leave."

"However, you must also take good care of yourself, Xiao Ran, and Ling'er."

Ye Feng nodded, his tone carrying a trace of firmness: "Mom, don't you worry, I will take good care of them."

"However, your body has just recovered, you can't stay up late; go back to your room and rest early."

Seeing Ye Feng's firm attitude, Shen Yurou had no choice but to take off her glasses and sigh softly: "Fine, I'll listen to you."

After saying this, she stood up, took the needle and thread, and turned to walk toward her room.

When she reached the doorway, she suddenly stopped, looked back at Ye Feng, and said with a tone carrying a trace of profound meaning: "Ye Feng, if one day I am no longer here, you don't need to look for me."

"Just take good care of yourself and Ling'er, and live your own life well."

After saying this, she pushed open the door and walked into the room, leaving Ye Feng sitting alone on the sofa, his heart full of confusion and unease.

"What's wrong with Mom today?"

"Why are you suddenly saying such strange things?"

Ye Feng frowned, pondering secretly.

Recalling his mother's expression and words just now, he always felt something was not right, but after thinking for a long time, he could not figure out why.

In the end, he shook his head and decided not to think about it anymore.

Ye Feng muttered to himself, "Maybe Mom has been too tired lately and is just letting her imagination run wild."

Afterwards, he stood up, took a quick shower, then returned to his room, sat cross-legged on the bed, and began to cultivate.

As his Qi Strength circulated within his body, Ye Feng's mood gradually calmed down.

He knew that no matter how many storms the future held, he must become stronger to protect the people around him.

The night grew deeper, and the moonlight spilled through the window onto Ye Feng, reflecting his resolute face.

His breathing gradually became steady, and he entered a state of deep cultivation...

On the other side, in Shen Yurou's room.

At this moment, Shen Yurou was sitting on her bed, holding an ancient Jade Pendant in her hand, her eyes filled with a complex expression.

"Ye Feng, this is all Mother can do for you; you must walk the path of the future well on your own..."

She whispered to herself, then carefully put the Jade Pendant away.

The Night Color deepened, and the entire residential complex fell into an unusual silence.