She instinctively raised her hand, covering her mouth with the hand holding the handkerchief, and rushed to the side feeling a bit nauseous.
Seeing her sudden unusual behavior, Qin Feimo froze there for a moment, watching her dry heaving, slightly furrowing his brows, unclear about what discomfort she was experiencing.
After a bout of dry heaving, nothing came out. Only when the nausea gradually subsided did Feng Jinglei straighten up.
Just when she looked up again, her face was even paler than before, and her anxiety was growing.
"What's wrong with you?"
Qin Feimo walked over, his abrupt voice making Feng Jinglei feel guilty, and her expression changed.
Qin Feimo slightly furrowed his brows, not understanding the momentary guilt in her eyes, or perhaps he saw it wrong?
"I, I'm fine."
"Are you sure?"
She lowered her head, nodded, "Hmm."
Glancing at her face, which was even paler than before, Qin Feimo's expression sank and he pulled her to walk out of the cemetery.
