He carefully reached out to touch her; her hands were unbelievably cold, but her forehead was astonishingly hot, creating a stark contrast.
Housekeeper Chen measured her temperature beside her; it had already reached forty degrees.
Yan Yan's face grew even more sullen, as if he were containing some kind of storm.
"What did she do today?"
"Not much," Wang Ma was equally anxious, "Miss Yun slept until eleven, then after eating, the young master of the Chu Family came by. They played games for almost three hours, and Miss Yun seemed to be in great spirits."
Wang Ma remembered something and added, "But today, Miss Yun looked a bit pale and told me she felt a bit dizzy during lunch, eating less than usual, but after eating she seemed energetic again, very lively in the living room. Who would've thought..."
Only after speaking did she realize that these were all signs.
Clearly, Yun Qiluo had been unwell from the moment she got up in the morning.
