Fang Yuan looked at her, confused, his hand still resting on her forehead.
Just as he was about to pull away—
She lunged forward and hugged him tightly, arms wrapping around his waist like a vice.
Her nails dug into his back with eerie precision, piercing through the fabric of his robes and grazing skin.
"H-Husband…" she whispered, breath warm against his chest. "Hold me… I feel dizzy…"
Fang Yuan winced. Not from her words but from the sharp pain biting into his flesh.
This woman…!
He gritted his teeth, gaze lowering to her arms clinging to him like a starving beast.
Blood didn't drip, but he could feel the crescent-shaped dents forming.
"Zhaoyue," he began slowly, with the careful patience of a man about to defuse a land mine. "Are you trying to stab me with your nails—"
But before he could finish, she abruptly collapsed in his embrace like a wilting flower.
Her head lolled against his chest with an exaggerated sigh of frailty.
