Long Linger lay on the hospital bed, her face pale, her large eyes filled with confusion. Her gaze slowly shifted from the ceiling to Tang Qingxue's face, staring at Tang Qingxue's face for a long time...
Tang Qingxue slowly squatted down, grasping Long Linger's small hand, and looked at her with concern, "Lingling, are you feeling unwell? Tell me, we will find a way to cure you, you don't need to worry about anything."
Long Linger blinked, her long eyelashes trembled, she stared at Tang Qingxue, silent.
"Lingling? Say something! Tell me how you're feeling now?" Tang Qingxue called out again anxiously.
Long Linger still didn't respond, Tang Qingxue looked up at Yin Hun the Nineteenth in shock, his face remained indifferent, still silent.
"Husband... what is happening, can't she talk?"
