Xia Xiaonuan climbed out of bed, looking at Nangong Yaoling in a fit of rage.
She turned to leave.
Yet, just as she reached the door, Nangong Yaoling suddenly spoke: "Xiaonuan..."
Then, there was a "bang――" sound.
She was startled and quickly turned around, only to see Nangong Yaoling had fallen heavily off the bed.
She hurried forward to help him: "Are you okay!"
His body emitted a faint scent of medicine.
"Tell me, you're lying to me!" Nangong Yaoling's strong palm gripped her hand tightly: "You're not really thinking this way, you're still lying to me, aren't you?"
Clearly he was enraged, clearly he was mad with fury. But seeing her turn to leave, he couldn't help but call out to her.
Clearly he had heard it with his own ears, clearly he had felt it personally.
Could it be that it was all just his illusion?
He was unwilling to accept it!
