Lin Yue sat in the garden, and although the sunlight was good, she felt cold chills coursing through her body, making her subconsciously tighten her grip around her arms.
Yes! She had overheard the conversation between Wei Ziyun and Zhuo Xiangqiao. Just moments ago, as she was idly wandering, she purposefully walked to the front of Wei Ziyun's office. Standing outside the door, she heard the conversation inside, including them talking about her. In that instant, she clearly heard Wei Ziyun say, "Xiaoyue might have been infected..." That's when she fled from the office as if escaping.
Lin Yue extended her hands, which, under the sunshine, still had a healthy color, but maybe in the not too distant future, they would start to emit signs of imminent death.
