Her body is not like others', she is well aware of it.
The discomfort of the past few days has given her a bad premonition.
Along with Gu Yixuan's attitude, and Yan Yan's exceptional anxiety, these all indicate that it's not just the simple fever that Wang Ma mentioned.
When she said those words, Yun Qiluo showed no emotion on her face, afraid of worrying him, but her heart was still sorrowful.
So sorrowful that she wanted to cry.
Otherwise, she wouldn't have suddenly asked him this at that moment.
"Beautiful woman…" She buried her face in his embrace, holding back for a long time, but couldn't suppress the fear in her heart, her eye rims turning red, her voice trembling slightly, weak as a plea, "I don't want to die, is that alright?"
She's still so young, death seemed so distant to her.
She always thought she'd have a long, long life to live, never imagined she'd face death.
