She was about to help him up when Ye Feimo shook his head, leaned uncomfortably on her shoulder, and said with a somewhat hoarse voice, "I'll... be okay soon."
"What do you mean 'you'll be okay soon'? You're in so much pain, can we go to the hospital, please?" Wen Nuan was almost crying; he looked really terrible, in agony—a person so tough and strong, suddenly weak before you, the impact was immensely overwhelming.
Wen Nuan, almost in tears, didn't know how to ease his discomfort.
He was born with a golden spoon in his mouth, never had to worry about his meals, and Mrs. Ye seemed to care a lot about him. Why then, did he have such a severe stomach problem? Wen Nuan stroked his face, feeling too heartbroken to utter a word, only able to hold him tightly.
After a while...
His body stopped trembling so violently, but he didn't speak, resting naturally on Wen Nuan's shoulder. She worried he might have passed out from the pain and asked him several times; Ye Feimo did not respond.
