"What?" Han Yuanjun's heart was beating fast. The word "dead" came out of Liang Zixuan's mouth, triggering a fear in him that he had never felt before.
Liang Zixuan's hair was wet, she hadn't wiped it off when she came out earlier, and the water had soaked Han Yuanjun's pajamas. However, he didn't feel it at all. He suddenly bent down to carry her, walked over to the bed, and carefully placed her down on it.
It's as if she was just an illusion from thin air. If he used too much force, she would disappear without a trace.
Han Yuanjun looked at her and slowly pushed her hair behind her ear with his finger. In a weak but forced voice, he asked, "Baby, what did you go through?"
"What have I gone through?" Liang Zixuan's lips formed a bitter smile. Thinking about it now, her heart trembled with fear.
