"How is it?" she asked worriedly.
"It's nothing." Yun Shangyuan just waved his hand, only to have his wrist grabbed by her.
Feng Yueya's fingers rested on his pulse, checking carefully for a moment before the stone in her heart finally settled.
Although Yun Shangshu struck him viciously each time, he always avoided his heart, not allowing his heart veins to get damaged.
It seemed that Yun Shangshu didn't really hate Yun Shangyuan after all.
"Come on, let's go back to the house. I'll give you some medicine." She held his hand and started walking out of the pavilion.
Yun Shangyuan looked down at her lowered eyes and expressionless face, grabbing her hand, he said:
"Yue Yaya, are you mad at me?"
"No." The voice was stuffy; if it wasn't anger, then what was it?
"I'm sorry for making you worry." He apologized softly.
Feng Yueya suddenly flung his arm away and walked forward on her own.
