The moment Mei Feng saw her face, his eyes widened suddenly. The face from the image in his mind gradually overlapped with the one in front of him, and once again, a rush of emotions caused him to dry heave.
Mei Shu hurriedly patted his back to help him regain composure. When he had settled down after a bout of nausea, she assisted him to sit up and handed him a cup of warm water. "Drink a bit to calm yourself down. We can talk when you feel better."
As she was about to go and find the doctor for some anti-nausea medication, Mei Feng once again grabbed her wrist.
Mei Feng held the cup of water but hadn't taken a sip. His voice was hoarse as he said, "Sis, are you alright?"
Mei Shu, bewildered by his question at this point, resumed sitting next to him and affectionately patted his cheek. "Why are you asking about me at a time like this? I want to ask what happened to you. Did you see who attacked you?"
