The Lycan King's Fate Calling

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If I thought that Rufus from five years ago was a profound book, then Rufus at this time was a whole abstract painting for me. I could at least try to understand a book as long as I read it thoroughly, but I might never understand the real meaning behind an abstract painting.

Hearing what he said, I was upset and wanted to make an excuse to leave, but Beryl suddenly had a stomachache at this time.

All the thoughts in my head vanished and all I could think about was Beryl's well-being.

Beryl's face was pale because of pain. She covered her stomach and cried out between gasps. Laura also went alert and immediately sent someone to call the doctor.

"Is it because she ate too much just now?" I couldn't help being anxious. I held her in my arms and rubbed her belly gently, trying to do anything I could to relieve her pain. Beryl lay weakly in my arms, and soon red rash appeared on her neck.

fright. She anxiously held back Beryl's hands seeing that she was about to scratch her own

waited for a long time. Rufus' patience was running thin as he got

I take her to the hospital instead?" Looking at Beryl who now seemed to be having difficulty in breathing, I was so anxious and couldn't wait any longer. I immediately

doctor rushed over and bowed to Rufus, apologizing in panic. "The car suddenly broke down and I ran all the way here." "There's no time to talk about that. Check the child quickly." Gritting his teeth, Rufus grabbed the doctor's collar

young doctor didn't even dare to push his glasses back up as he stood up awkwardly to check on Beryl. At last, he made a statement that Beryl was experiencing a protein allergy.

Beryl had been sobbing in a low voice due to the pain of her stomach still aching. Even though we tried our best to coax her, it was heartbreaking to watch

his arms all the time. After taking the medicine, she seemed to feel

such as wooden carvings and pottery. In fact, she was the one who taught me paper folding, but the little

retorting, "Otherwise, how could I make a whistle with the exact same

said, "It seems that you are not only skilled but also