Yun Jinnian gently placed her fingers on Prince Yanjun's wrist, feeling the icy chill that penetrated to the bone.
She had always thought herself to have a cold constitution, but she hadn't expected Prince Yanjun to be even colder than her.
Her coldness was on the surface of her flesh, but this man, it seemed, was cold in his bones, blood, and possibly even his soul.
If he could, he would probably prefer to die.
However, sometimes, one neither dares nor can die!
Because too many people care for him. And him? Does he have anyone he cares about?
Yun Jinnian suddenly recalled her previous life, how not long after Prince Yanjun had passed away, the Empress had also departed this world...
Yun Jinnian was startled by her own thoughts.
After a brief change in her expression, she composed herself and seriously began to take Prince Yanjun's pulse.
His condition was worse than she had imagined.
