Li Xianyun lifted her eyes and saw Youlan crying her heart out, unable to speak through her sobs, and with the corners of her mouth slightly curved up, said, "Silly girl, what are you crying for?"
With a tearful voice, Youlan replied, "Master, you just passed out from the pain."
Upon hearing this, Yelu Yan frowned and said, "Then what are you waiting for? Go quickly and call the Imperial Physician."
Just then, a cold little hand landed on his.
Yelu Yan looked down and saw a pair of calm and beautiful eyes.
Li Xianyun's little face was as pale as death, weak as a fallen leaf in autumn, pitiful and heartbreaking.
Li Xianyun said to Yelu Yan, "Khan, it's no use, I am a physician myself, and this illness cannot be cured."
She had suffered to the core, every month she would be in agony as if dying and coming back to life.
"But you can't just keep suffering like this," Yelu Yan said with his brows tightly knit, wishing he could take her pain onto himself.
