Although Yu Niaoniao was usually fearless, there was actually something she was afraid of, which was death.
She was terrified of seeing dead people, especially when they were burned corpses.
When she walked out of the morgue, her limbs were cold and her face was frighteningly pale.
Xiao Juan looked at her. "What's wrong?"
Yu Niaoniao held onto the tree trunk by the side of the path and closed her eyes to take a few deep breaths.
When her breathing calmed down, she opened her eyes and said nonchalantly.
"I'm fine."
Xiao Juan looked at her skeptically. "You don't look too good. Do you want to get a doctor to take a look?"
Yu Niaoniao immediately covered her money bag and said warily.
"I'm not sick. Don't even think about asking me to pay for a doctor."
Xiao Juan was speechless.
He was concerned about her. Why did she only remember her money?
