"Hmm..."
Qin Youxuan furrowed her brows, wanting to turn over despite the discomfort, but the intense pain throughout her body caused her to gasp for air. She opened her eyes with some difficulty.
The environment she saw was unfamiliar, leaving her startled.
It took Qin Youxuan several moments to gather herself.
"Are you awake?"
From the floor-to-ceiling window, Dan Hanjie's tall figure turned slightly and he walked toward her.
He gently touched her forehead with his large hand, his provocative eyes narrowing slightly, "The fever has finally subsided."
"..."
Qin Youxuan's gaze met his, her bewildered eyes fixated on him for a long time with no reaction.
It was as if she couldn't confirm if he was real or an illusion her mind was conjuring.
"Am I dead?"
Qin Youxuan asked hesitantly. Her voice was as coarse as if it had been scratched over rough stones, creating a fearful, dull sound.
Speaking caused her throat to burn with pain.
