"Sister An, why are you sitting on the ground? What's wrong with you?"
She didn't know how long it had passed before she heard Jin Yanyan's exclamation.
"Sister An, get up quickly, it's so cold, you're going to die!" Jin Yanyan hurriedly stepped forward and tried to pull her up, but An Ruo didn't have any strength in her body, so she couldn't pull her up even though she tried several times.
"Sister An, get up quickly, what's wrong with you?!"
Hearing her anxious voice, An Ruo came back to her senses. She looked at her blankly, and then struggled to stand up.
Jin Yanyan held her hand, which felt like she was holding a thick piece of ice. She worriedly said: "Sister An, you are sick, your hands are so cold!"
"I...it's okay." An Ruo shook her head and smiled slightly: "I'll be fine after I go back and sleep for a while."
"Are you really okay? Your body is so cold."
"Well, it's really okay." An Ruo insisted that she was okay, and Jin Yanyan had no choice but to help her back to the room to rest.
It took them a long time to get back to the bedroom.
Fortunately, the temperature in the room was very high. Jin Yanyan helped her lie on the bed, covered her with a quilt, and poured a glass of hot water for her to drink.
"Sister An, this is cold medicine. Take a little. Don't get sick." Jin Yanyan helped her up and put the medicine to her mouth.
An Ruo didn't refuse, she took the medicine and said thank you.
"Go and do your work, I want to sleep for a while." An Ruo told her softly. Jin Yanyan gave her some instructions and went to do things.
An Ruo was the only one in the room, and the boundless loneliness struck her heart.
She has experienced life and death several times in her life, but this time, she was very scared, very, very scared.
What should I do? She doesn’t want to die. Who will help her to get through this difficulty?
An Ruo felt bitter and sad in her heart. She shed a lot of tears, and in the end she fell into darkness.
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"What the hell is going on?" She didn't know how long she had slept, but in a daze, she seemed to hear Tang Yuchen's roar.
An Ruo tried hard to open her eyes, but fell into coma again the next second.
"Why haven't people woke up yet..."
"...her blood...the weather is...it depends on the situation..."
Suddenly there was a strong force on her hand, and someone held her hand tightly.
"...Listen to me...don't even think about it this time...die...and don't let go!"
The intermittent conversation entered her mind, and her head hurt, as if someone was pulling on her head with a rusty saw.
An Ruo frowned tightly and sweated all over her body.
Later, she had a dream in which she dreamed that Tang Yuchen tore off the mask on her face and revealed her identity. He grabbed her hand and coldly announced that even if he died, he would never let her leave again! He would never let her go again.
Wherever she goes, he will follow her.
She shook her head, and he continued to sneer: "Even if you die, I will follow you!"
"No!" An Ruo woke up from her dream, gasping for air in shock.
After seeing clearly that this was the room she lived in, she realized that everything just now was just a dream. But why did she feel that the scene in the dream was so real?
An Ruo wiped the sweat from her forehead and gradually calmed down.
Maybe she shouldn't have come back. Did she overestimate herself and underestimate Tang Yuchen too much? Maybe he had seen through her disguise?
What Han Xiaofen said came to mind again. Her words were not unreasonable.
