She had just straightened up when she suddenly fell back, letting out a bitter laugh.
She was really as fragile as a porcelain doll.
At that moment, Qin Du pushed open the door and walked in. Seeing Yun Ya awake, he approached with surprise and delight.
"Are you feeling unwell anywhere?"
Yun Ya's face was too pale, her hair wet at the temples, and her lips were pale and chapped, making her look exceptionally weak.
Yun Ya shook her head, "I'm fine, Brother Ah Du. I want to take a bath; can you find someone to help me?"
Qin Du sighed, "You really should look at yourself in the mirror and see what you look like now. You're scarier than a ghost. If you keep dismissing me with an 'I'm fine,' do you think I'll still believe you?"
Yun Ya pursed her lips, gently closed her eyes, then opened them again, "I don't want to hide anything from you, but I don't know where to start, Brother Ah Du. Can you please not ask anymore?"
She truly found it difficult to speak.