Mu Sheng became even angrier after hearing what Auntie Lin said.
How could he disregard his condition for the sake of some flowers? She had never noticed Li Hanchen having a penchant for white plum blossoms before.
Auntie Lin noticed the anger on Mu Sheng's face and worried she might have said the wrong thing. "My bad."
"It's fine." Despite Mu Sheng's anger, Li Hanchen was genuinely good to her, so she could not leave him in the lurch. "Let me go check on him."
"Okay." Auntie Lin hurriedly nodded.
Li Hanchen lay in bed in the bedroom. He kept trembling nonstop and felt as though he was being stabbed by countless icy needles until every inch of skin was covered in blood.
Li Hanchen felt as though he was trapped in his old nightmare. The intense smell of blood and the cold air came surging towards him leaving him breathless.