Tang Yuran only felt that she was about to be choked to death by Gu Yu, but his recent plea, "Don't leave me," had inadvertently burrowed into her ears.
She suddenly stopped struggling, turned her head, and looked at Gu Yu seriously.
In the dim light from the streetlamp outside the window, she could vaguely see the transparent paleness on Gu Yu's delicate cheeks.
His lips, normally a light pink, now looked as if they had lost all their color.
Tang Yuran hesitated for a moment, then reached out to touch the hands that were holding her.
His fingers were icy cold, and even through her thin pajamas, she could feel chills coming in waves.
Why was he so cold??
Could he be feverish again??
Tang Yuran quickly reached out to touch Gu Yu's forehead. Fortunately, his forehead was cold to the touch and did not show any signs of fever.
However...
