A splash of cold water hit her face, and Nie Rujun blinked several times from the shock.
Her groggy consciousness seemed to clear up a bit, but her breathing was still very rapid.
"Fengxuan, I feel so terrible..." Nie Rujun said, her delicate eyebrows furrowed and a crying tone lacing her voice.
Lu Fengxuan used cold water to cool her down again, but it was useless, and she trembled with anger and frustration.
"Xiaojun, just hang in there a little longer, I'm going to call Fan Ju over."
Nie Rujun's condition was exactly the same as it had been five years earlier when she was framed by Lu Sirong. With things having reached this point, Lu Fengxuan had no other solution but to call for Fan Ju.
Lu Fengxuan had a delicate handbag with her, and she reached for it subconsciously, her expression suddenly freezing.
"Don't…" Nie Rujun interjected, "Fengxuan, don't call Fan Ju over... I don't, I don't want him to see me like this..."
