She was about to help him up when Ye Feimo shook his head, leaning uncomfortably on her shoulder, his voice hoarse. "I'll be... fine in a moment."
"What do you mean, 'fine in a moment'? You're in so much pain! Can we please go to the hospital?" Wen Nuan was almost in tears. He looked truly awful, so uncomfortable. To see someone so cold, so strong, suddenly weakened and vulnerable before you, the impact was immense.
Wen Nuan's heart ached, and she almost shed tears, completely at a loss as to how to ease his suffering.
He was born with a silver spoon, never worried about food, and Mrs. Ye seemed to care deeply for him, so why did he have such a severe stomach condition? Wen Nuan caressed his face, her heart aching so much she couldn't utter a word, only able to hold him tightly.
A long moment passed...
