Shen Yanchuan's eyelashes fluttered. He turned his head and saw Ye Chutang slumped against his shoulder. Her lips were exceptionally pale, and she seemed to have fallen asleep.
His sharp brows furrowed.
"Second Miss Ye?"
Ye Chutang didn't respond. Her breathing was faint.
Shen Yanchuan's heart tightened. He held her by the shoulders, only to find her body limp, as if all her strength had been drained away.
"Ye Chutang!?"
Shen Yanchuan immediately pressed the back of his hand to her forehead. It was burning hot.
His heart sank.
All afternoon, from the moment she was injured until now, Ye Chutang had acted perfectly calm and composed. She had even bantered with him from time to time, making him believe her injury wasn't that serious.
Who knew—
A dull ache spread through Shen Yanchuan's chest.
'I knew she was a cunning woman, a practiced actress, yet I still let her fool me like this!'
'Her injury must be far more serious than I imagined!'
