"Why are you nervous?"
Yang Yun was stunned when he heard Mingyue's question. In fact, that was the exact same thing that Mingyue had said the first time they hold hands. At that time, Mingyue had sneakily placed her fingers on his wrist and detected his pulse.
When Yang Yun lifted his gaze, he saw that Mingyue was as dumbfounded as he was.
"What's wrong with you?" Yang Yun asked.
Lin Mingyue snapped out of her trance and shook her head. "Nothing. I just got this sense of déjà vu. I feel like something like this has happened. I'm just talking gibberish, am I?" she smiled and lowered her gaze to concentrate on his pulse.
Yang Yun continued to watch her even when she had removed her fingers away.
"I couldn't detect anything wrong from your pulse. And your arms look fine," she looked up and noticed his pale complexion. "You don't look too good. Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere in your body?"
"No. Everything's good." Yang Yun shook his head.
