"If that's not impressive, then what am I? A crippled—"
An Jiuyue was joking with him when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her head, as if a needle had pricked her skull.
"Tsk!"
She could not help but let go of his shoulder and touched her forehead.
"What happened?" Qian Jiyun noticed her change and asked immediately, "Are you feeling unwell? Tell me."
"My head hurts. It feels like I'm being pricked by a needle."
An Jiuyue did not hide it from him. It was not a single prick but rather a continuous stabbing pain. Her head hurt a lot.
"The pain is a little unbearable."
She curled up in Qian Jiyun's arms as she spoke, her face turning pale.
"Jiuyue? Jiuyue?" Qian Jiyun called out to her softly.
His expression changed when he saw her pale face.
