"You have a fever, did you feel unwell before we boarded the plane, why didn't you say so?" Wen Ran was filled with anxiety.
Qin Mu gave a reassuring smile, whispering, "Don't worry, I'm okay."
As he spoke, he raised his left hand to touch his forehead, which was very hot. No wonder, he felt a headache, and a bit dizzy.
"Maybe it's due to the wound on my arm."
Qin Mu's voice was light, as if he didn't speak about himself. However, his words caused Wen Ran's complexion to change dramatically, her eyes fixed tightly on him: "What wound, your arm is injured, let me see."
All she knew was that there were many people at the airport, not to mention those who chased after them. A group of people in front of them almost knocked Wen Ran over. Qin Mu swiftly pulled her aside. She dodged the charging crowd, but crashed into his chest.
At that moment, he had used his right hand. He hadn't cried out in pain, but it seemed, his brow had furrowed a bit.
