Yao Qing was not actually certain whether she was hallucinating or had truly heard Yu Yanshen's voice.
Her head was splitting with pain, and she finally understood why one of her roommates abroad had suddenly fainted due to a fever.
It wasn't that she became immobile upon hearing Yanshen's voice, but rather every bit of her skin hurt terribly when touched.
The light before her eyes was mottled.
Five minutes, ten minutes…
Before Yao Qing passed out, she wasn't sure if she had truly been caught in a warm embrace.
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Hospital.
Dean Lin had never seen Yu Yanshen this anxious over a woman before.
The man had carried her over himself, braving the frosty chill; it was unclear how far he had carried her or how fraught he was, but though there was no overtly exaggerated expression on his face, the knuckles of his hands were tensed to the point of turning blue.
He had kicked open the door of the office directly—
