"For Miss Su's symptoms, I suggest she see a psychologist. There's nothing physically wrong with Miss Su, but she complains of pain all over her body. This can only mean that she is experiencing psychogenic pain," the doctor replied truthfully.
Ye Qilan saw the doctor off, then returned to the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed, brushing away the strand of hair that covered her face.
Asleep, Su Hongxing looked as beautiful as a porcelain doll. Just an hour ago, he thought he could finally be one with her. To his dismay, the dream seemed to end swiftly.
"Amou, is this your way of getting back at me?" Ye Qilan lightly touched her almost transparent pale face, murmuring to himself.
The woman in bed remained in deep sleep, providing him no answers.
Sheng Yalun was surprised to get a call from Ye Qilan. Over the years, they had lost contact. He had also heard that Ye Qilan had returned to Taicheng and was doing very well.
