A single, painted hand shot out from the ground, grabbing onto the ankle with a desperate force, as if grasping at a lifeline. A shattering sound echoed, followed by a frantic cry: "Save me... save me...",There is no battlefield, no bloodshed, yet he lies on the cool rattan chairs in the courtyard of his mansion. The small courtyard is serene and peaceful.,The two of them had met three years ago. Mu Jiu was only thirteen at the time, dressed in a dashing young master's attire during the Lantern Festival. He looked handsome and charming. Lan You went out to admire the lanterns and encountered such a cute young man. The heart of that old woman who had long been deadened by worldly affairs suddenly came alive. She couldn't help but tease him a little.。