For the next several days, Yun Die was deep in concentration studying. She refused Lu Yuhong’s requests to meet several times. Even when Yan Jiao helped him out, Yun Die still didn’t change her mind.

In the manor where guests were received, the handsome and delicate Lu Yuhong was sprawled back against a sofa, his face deathly pale and streaming with sweat.

There was struggle in his eyes. They flashed with decisiveness several times before rapidly fading away.

Lu Yuhong took a deep breath and sat up with difficulty. His shivering fingers picked up a phone and he dialed the same number that he had dialed repeatedly before this.

A connection was soon made. A sweet yet melancholic voice sounded out, “Brother Lu, are you looking for senior-apprentice sister again? Today she went into the laboratory with teacher.”

Lu Yuhong stiffened and the phone crashed to the ground. The heavy crash caused the connection to cut off.

In that moment, Lu Yuhong was a drowning man whose last hope had slipped through his fingers. He...