Ye Lu was startled. The way he looked right now—it seemed like he was suffering from some strange illness, but also... Her face turned pale, and an inexplicable thought came to mind, a possibility she had seen in television dramas before.
But she didn't dare to think of it. She couldn't believe that such a symptom could be related to him in any way.
She instinctively supported him and, seeing how much he was suffering, hurriedly leaned close to his ear and asked urgently, "What's wrong? Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
Third Young Master Jun turned his head slightly. His eyes couldn't focus at all, and his hand was spasming uncontrollably, gripping her arm so tightly it hurt.
"Powder... I need powder..." His voice was hoarse and trembling.
Ye Lu's entire body shuddered, her face turning as pale as a sheet. She almost couldn't stand. She thought she was mishearing him, but the trembling of his lips, that fractured sound that drilled into her ears—it was so real.
