Shangguan Ning burst out. "What is wrong, Yichen?"
His face had turned pale. It hurt her when she saw him in this condition.
Ignoring Mu Qing, she held his face in her hands and asked in concern, "Are you feeling unwell, Yichen? Does your wound hurt again? Do you need to lie down? Please tell me, I am so scared."
Jing Yichen buried his face in Shangguan Ning's chest, trying hard to resist the nausea and replied, "I am fine, don't worry."
Although Shangguan Ning heard him saying that he was fine, yet her heart told her otherwise.
She looked at Mu Qing's hand upon Jing Yichen's wrist. His hand was tightly clenched.
A thought hit her brain all of a sudden – so Jing Yichen couldn't tolerate being touched by anyone?
How come?
He didn't have any problems when she touched him.
