"My head really hurts, like something is about to explode..." Whenever Long Linger tried to think carefully about anything, it felt as if the nerves in her head were about to burst. She clutched her head with both hands and rolled around in pain.
"Husband, what should we do?" Tang Qingxue looked at Yin Hun the Nineteenth in a desperate plea for help.
Yin Hun the Nineteenth chuckled lightly, "You should know what to do..."
"How would I know..."
"Where did the courage you had to needle me back then go?"
Faced with Yin Hun the Nineteenth's affectionate gaze, Tang Qingxue was momentarily stunned. Back then, she hadn't been very confident about Yin Hun the Nineteenth's illness and had acted with the determination to fight to the death. Even her uncle had given up, but her persistence finally paid off.
Tang Qingxue shook her head, "I was really out of my mind at that time, sigh... Alright, Lingling's symptoms are too different from yours. To be cautious, you should do it!"
