Zhao Xinxin stared blankly at Tangyu, a trace of surprise evident in her eyes, as indeed, just as he had said, this condition had been occurring frequently over the past month or so and had been getting progressively worse. The main reason was that the company had been extremely busy this past month, and some issues had arisen recently, so she hadn't taken it to heart, simply thinking she might have some anemia but nothing serious. Yet looking at Tangyu's serious face and his tone that brooked no refusal, Zhao Xinxin found herself at a loss for words.
The words on the tip of her tongue were swallowed back down.
Her resilient heart seemed to melt a little at this moment. For some reason, the embrace felt warm...
