An Yin felt as if her throat was on fire, each swallow burning and painful.
"An Yin..."
An Yin was feeling unwell, and in a daze, she heard a cold voice. At first, she thought she was hallucinating, so she held back desperately, not allowing herself to cough.
"An Yin!"
When the man's voice came again from behind, An Yin couldn't ignore it. She pulled back her hand, straightened her body, and turned her head to look behind her.
He stood there under the light, his face carrying a few hints of solemnity and a trace of coldness between his brows. An Yin stared at him, filled with questions as to why he was suddenly here.
"Hello, Bao Shaojin! Cough, cough..." As soon as she finished speaking, she couldn't stop coughing.
An Yin hurriedly reached out her hand to cover her mouth.
Bao Shaojin didn't speak, but watched the increasingly thin girl, his eyes slightly narrowed.
"Where are you feeling uncomfortable?" Bao Shaojin looked at her, his gaze cold and unwavering.
