Nianyang's originally pallid face instantly lost even the slightest hint of color.
An explosion of pain rampaged through her mind, causing Nianyang's hand to instinctively clutch the sheets beneath her. Those intense and painful memories made her chest heave violently, with beads of sweat pouring down one by one.
"Honey, what's wrong? Are you feeling unwell?" Seeing Nianyang's condition was off, Li Tingyan's joy over her waking was slightly dampened.
He cared deeply as he reached out, wanting to touch Nianyang's forehead.
But Nianyang abruptly raised her head, releasing a piercing gaze of ice as she looked fiercely at him.
Li Tingyan's hand froze midair, his lips moved slightly.
"Get lost!"
Nianyang lowered her crow-feather-like eyelashes, raised her hand to press against her temple, and spat out an unwavering word.
"Honey..." Li Tingyan felt a pang of pain in his heart. He knew that once Nianyang woke up, the disaster he had to face would arrive.
