She moved her body, wanting to sit up, but found a resistance coming from her right hand.
Mu Yiliang was stunned and turned her head to see Yan Sijue lying beside her, his eyes tightly closed, his brows slightly furrowed, yet his hand consciously gripping hers tightly.
A sour feeling surged in Mu Yiliang's heart.
She fainted again, he must be worried and blaming himself...
Remembering the hatred and murderous intent that suddenly arose in her heart before she fainted, she felt guilty and somewhat panicked.
She carefully sat up, not wanting to wake him, but as she moved, the man woke up.
He opened his eyes.
"Si Jue, I'm fine now," she whispered, "Just sleep a little longer, I'm okay."
The man did not speak, a trace of confusion even flashed in his eyes, gradually, as if recalling something, his face turned gloomy.
Mu Yiliang finally realized something was wrong and tentatively called, "Si Jue, what's wrong?"
