"Ah?" Xiao Yuan slightly lowered her head, feeling a mix of shyness and annoyance at the same time. Su Chen gave her contradictory impressions: he was calm and ruthless when facing Xiao Si and Xiao Heming, yet when with her, he exhibited a frivolous, warm demeanor. It was too contradictory.
However, Xiao Yuan could be certain that Su Chen harbored no ill will toward her—this was a woman's intuition.
"Now, how long does each outbreak of cold last?" Suddenly, Su Chen became serious.
"It lasts an hour!" Xiao Yuan answered, her beautiful eyes flickering with worry. She had been afflicted with this condition since childhood, but back then, each outbreak only lasted a few minutes. Now, it was an entire hour, and her illness was worsening.
In fact, she couldn't describe the unbearable pain she suffered during each outbreak—it was a living hell!
