With a face as white as a sheet of paper and parched mouth, she tried to hold on to the glass railing to support her weakened knees. Her eyes were constantly glued to the wooden box.
Feng Jianyu noticed something was off about her. She was feeling uneasy as drops of sweat rolled down from her forehead to her neck. Her tight holding on glass railing was like as if it was her last strand of hope. His eyes studied her with unwavering attention.
Putting the box on the floor, he strode towards Xiu Mei. His eyes showed a serious concern at her condition. Holding her by her shoulders, he spoke in a soft voice as if wrapped in a blanket of care, "Mei…. What happens? You were fine when I left. Why are you sweating all of a sudden? Are you feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
She didn't give a reply to any of his questions and kept her gaze at the wooden box. Feng Jianyu jolted her little to wake her up. "Mei… Talk to me!" She jerked out from her thoughts and looked at Feng Jianyu blankly.
