Di beiming was so scared that his liver was about to burst. He quickly went forward and hugged Yun chujiu.
His fingers trembled slightly as he placed them on Yun Chujiu’s wrist. He realized that her pulse was once again in a mess. Although it did not look as dangerous as before, it was clear that there was another change in her dantian.
Di beiming wished that he could replace her, but he could not do anything. The anxiety, worry, and self-blame in his heart made him emit a suffocating cold aura.
Yun Qianhe was frightened by this cold aura and didn’t dare to breathe.
Fortunately, after 15 minutes, yun chujiu’s pulse condition stabilized.
After another 15 minutes, Yun Chujiu opened her eyes.
She looked around in confusion, and then her gaze fell on Di Beiming’s face. She frowned and said,
“Prince Charming, why is there a palm print on your face? Which Bastard hit you?”
A certain person:”...”
