"Madam, what's wrong, didn't the sir come back with you?" Aunt Tong heard the doorbell, got up wearing her clothes to open the door, and saw Yan Luoxi looking as if she'd lost her soul; she quickly helped her to sit on the sofa.
Aunt Tong touched her hand, and the coldness made her heart skip a beat. Seeing her pale face, she anxiously asked, "Madam, are you sick? Should I call a doctor? You can't go on like this."
Yan Luoxi grabbed her hand, shook her head, and said, "Aunt Tong, I'm fine, go back to bed."
"But your hands are so cold, and you don't look well. I'll still call a doctor to check on you," Aunt Tong said worriedly.
Yan Luoxi refused and only after some persuasion did she manage to stop Aunt Tong and coax her back to sleep. She leaned on the sofa, her mind in disarray, thinking that when both of them had calmed down, she would go to him tomorrow and apologize face to face.
