Yu Lingqian's handsome face turned dark the moment he heard Mu Anran's words.
It wasn't because he was angry, but rather due to embarrassment—
He raised an eyebrow, very skeptical: Wasn't the little one already unconscious at that time? Could she really hear his voice?
Seeing Yu Lingqian silent for a long time, Mu Anran finally leaned in and asked, "Dear Mr. Yu, what are you thinking about?"
Yu Lingqian pretended to be calm, raised his eyes, and looked at her coldly, "Are you still feeling a bit dizzy?"
Mu Anran was taken aback, then nodded, "It seems like I am a little."
"You've rested for an entire night and still feel dizzy. How likely do you think it is to have hallucinations after being trapped in the fire for so long yesterday?"
Mu Anran frowned, looking at Yu Lingqian suspiciously, "Was I really hallucinating? But it felt so real at that moment. I even heard you crying and telling me not to die and whatnot, it was too vivid! Was it really a hallucination?"
