Ah, Third Young Master Jun furrowed his brows, overly pleased with himself, which made his wound throb in pain.
He slept for a while longer before waking up again to find Ye Lu already sitting on the chair beside his bed.
She wore a thoughtful expression, her demeanor calm and her gaze indifferent. Even though she sat so close, she emanated a sense of distance, like a dream appearing before one's eyes, yet ungraspable.
Third Young Master Jun's heart trembled inexplicably. He disliked this feeling, as if she might leave at any moment.
Irritated, he narrowed his eyes and stretched out his large palm to forcefully and dominantly grasp her hand resting by the bed. Only upon feeling the warmth of her hand did he experience a sense of reality beyond a dream.
"It hurts..." Ye Lu furrowed her brows, snapping back to reality and glaring annoyed at the man on the bed.
Clearly sick, weak as a dying fish, yet he still gripped her so forcefully.
