Quan Yi spoke in a succinct and cold manner, his face icy. He Lingling shivered inwardly, her dark eyes widened in disbelief and fear, looking at him incredulously.
He Lingling was terrified, fully convinced that if he said he would do something, he would definitely follow through.
She didn't dare to hesitate, and quickly applied medicine to Li Fengnian, but her hands wouldn't stop trembling. The fear in her heart was indescribable; Li Fengnian's tall figure lay weakly on the couch, his eyes were tightly closed, and his elegant face was pale as snow. She was truly frightened that with a single misstep, Li Fengnian would pass away and die a stranger in a foreign land.
After applying the medicine, He Lingling wanted to make sure whether Li Fengnian was really dead or not.
So she reached out to his nose, seemingly to wipe the blood off his lips and nose, but in fact, she wanted to check for breath, fearful for her own safety.
