He saw the man beside him clutching his head, his face pale as a sheet, his forehead covered in fine, cold sweat.
Gu Danyu: "....…"
She had already spoken quite tactfully.
And that was enough to make him feel so ill?
Watching the other's complexion grow worse, Gu Danyu sighed softly.
Images flashed rapidly through his mind, the intense pain seemed as if it was about to swallow him whole, Si Jing furrowed his brows tightly, teeth clenched, letting out a few low moans.
The next second.
A faint fragrance lingered at the tip of his nose, and cool fingers rested on his temples, gently massaging.
The woman's crisp voice slowly drifted over, "Don't think about anything, close your eyes, take a deep breath...."
Looking up, he was met with an exquisite face close at hand, her clear and cold eyes softened with a trace of gentleness, and her low voice made one involuntarily follow her guidance.
