Gu Lichen did not feel any pain as all his attention was on her.
"Ling Yiran, let go so I can take you to the hospital," he said.
'Let go? No, I can't let go, because…'
"I... I won't let go. I... I'll take you up there. You must hold on to me..." Ling Yiran said these words almost unconsciously while in the throes of the pain in her head.
When Gu Lichen heard these words, his body became rigid suddenly. For a split second, his blood seemed to stop flowing. He even stopped breathing.
'These words... These words are…'
His dark phoenix eyes stared at the person in front of him, and his face moved closer to hers as he tried to listen more closely to the vague mumbles coming out from her mouth.
'Why would she say that? Only ‘she’ would know this!'
Just then, a voice rang out. "Lichen, what are you trying to do to my fiancée?"
The next moment, Ling Yiran's body was swept into the arms of another man, but her hand was still holding Gu Lichen's hand firmly. She would not let go.
Yi Jinli stared gloomily at her clenched hand, then looked down on Ling Yiran's pale and agonized face.
"Yiran, what's come over you?" The gloom on his face turned to worry. "Is your head hurting again? Don't worry, you'll be alright soon. You'll be alright soon..."
His clear and elegant voice rang in her ear. He wrapped his arms around her and held her head against his chest as if he was coaxing a child.
When had Young Master Yi ever coaxed someone like that?
Only Ling Yiran could make him do that!
'It's... Jin! It's Jin calling me!'
Gu Lichen stood beside them, his phoenix eyes still fixed on Ling Yiran. The three of them formed a strange stance.
After a while, Ling Yiran finally felt as if her headache had eased, and she looked a little better now.
"Has your headache eased?" asked Yi Jinli.
"Yes," answered Ling Yiran. Her mind, dazed by the pain, was slowly recovering. Her almond-shaped eyes contracted suddenly at the sight of Gu Lichen beside her.
Ling Yiran suddenly remembered that she was talking to Gu Lichen just before she got a headache. Then as she was about to fall, her hand grabbed...
Her eyes moved to her right hand, which was still holding Gu Lichen's wrist.
Ling Yiran felt awkward for a moment and immediately let go. "Sorry, I only did that out of sheer desperation."
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