If there was nothing wrong, there’s no way they would have gone to such lengths to capture her!
Yan Yan had been mingling in the business world for many years, having seen all kinds of plots and sches. His first thought was whether Yun Qiluo had learned so secret about that organization, prompting them to urgently capture her.
But upon careful thought, she’s already lost her mory, what could she possibly know?
Moreover, according to those thugs... that organization wasn’t afraid of causing fatalities. If she really knew sothing, those people likely wouldn’t just be looking to capture her so simply.
Thinking further about her subconscious fear of that place, certain possibilities flashed through Yan Yan’s mind, and his phoenix eyes turned completely dark.
He exuded a chilling sense of danger that made one shudder.
After Yun Qiluo fell ill, her mind wasn’t as sharp as before. She belatedly realized, "Beautiful woman, are you angry?"
Only then did Yan Yan lower his phoenix eyes, concealing the turbulent emotions within them.
He patted her head, his voice low and gentle, "I’m not angry with you."
"Oh..."
Yun Qiluo obediently responded, which put her at ease, as she nestled against his chest.
Although she spent most of her ti sleeping, perhaps due to her illness, she still wasn’t as energetic as before.
Even now, experiencing her best mont in days, she still felt sowhat unwell.
Her body lacked energy, and nothing seed to interest her.
Even the mousse cake Yan Yan had specially ordered for her didn’t have much appeal these past two days.
She blinked several tis while nestled in his arms, pondering sothing but remaining silent for a while.
Snowflakes drifted outside the floor-to-ceiling window, appearing dreamlike under the streetlights.
The room was ward by heating, enveloping them in warmth.
As it was late, the entire world seed so quiet, as if only the two of them were left, their breaths rising and falling in the night.
Yan Yan also couldn’t sleep, feeling his heart soften at the sight of her pale face, lacking any of her usual vitality. A hard-to-describe pang of sorrow welled up within him.
In the past, she usually slept very soundly, right until dawn, often accompanied by drooling, sleep-talking, kicking, and various other antics.
Even if she occasionally awoke in the middle of the night, it was typically from hunger, requiring a fuss before she’d eat and return to sleep.
Back then, Yan Yan thought she was too restless, even in her sleep.
Yet now that she had finally cald down, Yan Yan realized he didn’t want this kind of calm at all.
Seeing her silent for so long, as quiet as a doll.
He couldn’t help but lovingly kiss her lips and softly ask, "What are you thinking about?"
Yun Qiluo’s eyelashes fluttered gently, her small mouth pursed.
She snuggled against him further, inhaling his comforting scent.
After a while, she spoke in a muffled voice, "Beautiful woman..."
"Hmm?"
She slightly raised her eyes, hesitated, and cautiously asked him, "Will I die?"
Yan Yan was stunned, his gaze darkening.
After a long pause, his face turned so dark as if it was a pot’s bottom, as though restraining sothing, but ultimately unable to hold back.
He forcefully pulled her into his embrace, commanding in a low voice, "Don’t say such things."
"I heard everything you and Gu Yixuan said," Yun Qiluo remained calm, lying in his arms, her eyes open, speaking softly, "I’m sick, incurable, and it might get worse in the future..."
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