"Chen, Chen, what's wrong with you?"
Wan Qi rambled on to herself, then suddenly noticed the pale complexion of Gu Chen, whom she had pulled onto the sofa. He looked as if he was enduring some great pain.
Gu Chen pushed Wan Qi away, who was almost leaning her upper body on him, and took a deep breath before he could recover. The sudden jolt of pain from the collision had almost taken his breath away.
"Chen, Chen, don't scare me, what's wrong with you, why do you look so bad, Chen, Chen—"
Like a toy with the switch flipped on, Wan Qi kept repeating the same, useless nonsense over and over, her voice growing shriller with each utterance. Perhaps in her mind, only this could show her concern for Gu Chen.
Gu Chen's eardrums were almost shattered by her voice. He shifted his body to put some distance between himself and Wan Qi.
"Ah... Chen."
