Seeing the furrow between his brows and the unease in his expression, Ji Wei instinctively reached out her hand to smooth out the crease for him.
The touch of the woman's fingertips carried a faint coolness, like the crisp, gentle chill of March spring rain brushing against the skin—comforting and refreshing.
Ji Wei stared at his now-relaxed brows, and a faint smile finally appeared at the corner of her lips. Yet, within her heart, an unspoken conviction grew firmer and stronger.
In just two days, so much had happened between her and Mo Qian.
From the moment he saved her at the hotel, was their fate already sealed?
If she had a wish in this lifetime, perhaps it would be to protect the Ji Family well—and to protect the man before her just as wholeheartedly.
Twenty minutes later, the family doctor arrived.
The family doctor carefully examined Mo Qian.
"What exactly happened to him? Why is he covered in red rashes?" Ji Wei asked anxiously from the side.
