She didn't dare to leave his side even for half a step, closely monitoring his condition.
From time to time, nervously checking his body temperature and heartbeat.
After the plane had flown for an hour, Ye Lu felt as if a year had passed, her nerves stretched to the limit.
During this period, she kept wiping Third Young Master Jun's sweat, while his consciousness was somewhat blurry.
He lay on the soft couch as if asleep, but Ye Lu dared not let him fall into sleep, for that could lead to a coma and shock, which was even more dangerous. She shook him awake, anxiously talking to him nonstop to prevent him from closing his eyes.
"You've spoken more to me now than in the whole past month," Third Young Master Jun said with a half-closed gaze, managing a weak smile.
Ye Lu's eyes moistened, bowing her head, her nose tingling with acidity.
As long as he didn't fall asleep, she was willing to say all there was to say, it didn't matter even if it made her throat hurt.
