Zhao Dong was startled. He quickly steadied Han Chuxue and asked anxiously, "What's wrong?"
Han Chuxue's face was a mask of agony. Her features had turned deathly pale, her body was shaking uncontrollably, and she emanated a bone-chilling cold. Zhao Dong was shocked. How can her body be like this? It's the middle of summer!
Han Chuxue painfully opened her eyes and said weakly, "Zhao Dong, take me back… back to my villa. I have… I have medicine there."
Zhao Dong paused. "Where is your villa?"
Han Chuxue pointed toward a small villa behind them. Without a second thought, Zhao Dong swept her into his arms and rushed toward it.
