Chapter 77 She is Alone

Ji Qingyu murmured, "Ah Yan, I..."

I want to care for and accompany you!

Leng Yu Yan lifted her eyes upon hearing the sound, her clear orbs brimming with emotion.

His words were yet unspoken, caught by the dazzling light in her aqueous eyes.

Leng Yu Yan turned to the side, "May I take your pulse?"

"Of course!" He rolled up his narrow sleeves, extending his arm toward her.

Leng Yu Yan reached out and touched his pulse, which was sometimes steady and sometimes thin and floating, bearing some similarity to Ye Yiheng's. It appeared that both of them had cold poison in their systems.

"How often does your cold disease occur?"

Staring at the small hand placed on his wrist, that hand was extremely white and soft, seemingly delicate and boneless, with slender fingers and naturally pink nails that were neatly trimmed, unlike other women who filed theirs sharp and stained them with bright rouge.

Such a hand, at first glance, brought joy to the heart.