Dong Xin Yan couldn't answer him, covering her head with her hand, she couldn't help but let out a low moan, her face turning paler bit by bit, cold sweat also beginning to slowly seep from her forehead.
Gu Ningyi immediately stood up, circled the table to walk towards her, reaching out to support her when another pair of hands almost simultaneously stretched out, followed by a gentle yet worried anxious voice ringing out, "Xinxin, does it hurt again?"
Upon hearing the familiar voice, Dong Xin Yan struggled to lift her eyes, "Zi... Ziyang? You, why are you here?"
Cheng Ziyang stood beside her chair, his breath somewhat uneven, his face a bit pale, lips vividly red, slightly panting, like he had hurried over, the breath he exhaled still carried a large cloud of white mist.
"I came to pick you up." Cheng Ziyang replied tersely, his eyes full of worry, "Xinxin, how are you?"
