Hevan's body immediately stiffened, swallowing his saliva with difficulty. He turned his gaze elsewhere, sweat starting to appear on his face.
"Uncle, are you sick?" Selly said seeing her uncle's pale face with sweat as big as corn kernels.
Hevan shook his head. "Uncle can't do that, you believe in uncle right?" Hevan held Selly's hand, he looked at Selly nervously.
"Uncle control yourself," Selly tried to calm her uncle, she was afraid his uncle would relapse again, moreover his uncle's hands were very cold now.
"I believe in uncle, uncle didn't do that right?"
"Of course," said Hevan quickly.
Selly looked at her uncle. Her uncle still looked nervous but now she was confused about whether he was nervous because of his illness or because he was hiding something.
"But do you have friends from the order of diamonds or onyx?"
