She was truly on the verge of death… death by exhaustion.
Ning Yi quietly agreed, and replied: "
"Yeah." Feng Zhiwei shut her tired eyes. Her eyelids seemed weighed down by a thousand catties and numberless iron weights. "You infected me with your unluckiness."
"But I feel that it's you who infected me." Ning Yi replied.
Feng Zhiwei had no more strength to bicker and lazily replied, "Oh…"
A small pain pricked her hand as Ning Yi pinched her. "Zhiwei, don't sleep. Don't sleep.
Feng Zhiwei smiled silently, and the Ning Yi asked: "Why did you rush back to save me?"
Feng Zhiwei was too tired to reply, but Ning Yi continued pinching her: "Speak! You dare ignored this Prince? Were you really coming to save me, or did you have some other scheme? Why were you trying to trick me to speak that day? What do you know?"
