"Moreover, you, I to you—"
Before the words were finished, he suddenly felt a weight in his arms.
It was Shang Ruyi who had gone limp and collapsed into his arms, her face resting on his shoulder.
Yu Wenye was startled, instinctively holding her slender waist, only to find the breath brushing against his face was unusually hot. His heart jolted in alarm, and in the darkness, he urgently reached to touch her face, feeling skin that was indeed burning hot!
She's, fevered!
Yu Wenye felt a wave of panic, hastily cradling her and softly calling, "Ruyi! Ruyi!"
At this moment, Shang Ruyi felt weak all over. Although she wished not to stay so close to him, her hands couldn't muster any strength to push him away, only sensing Yu Wenye holding her tightly, his urgent cries piercing the tranquil night.
Soon, many footsteps sounded around them, and then the room lit up.
