Ye Wenming stabilized himself, but his eyes were still closed and his hand was on his forehead.
Zhuo Qianyun only saw Ye Wenming's ghastly pale face in the moonlight. Even his lips seemed grayish. She was supporting him, so her hand touched his. She found it dreadfully cold.
After a while, Ye Wenming finally opened his eyes slowly and stood up straight. "I'm going home."
"What happened to you?" Zhuo Qianyun could not help asking. He seemed weak. Even though he was standing on his feet, he seemed shaky. It was as if he would fall any moment.
"Me?" Ye Wenming froze slightly before smiling nonchalantly. "I'm fine. I'm alright." However, only he knew that his body was so tired that every gesture seemed to weigh a thousand pounds.
He should have gone back to have a good rest after having his blood drawn, but he longed to see her. Therefore, he came here again.
Even though the store was closed, just seeing the lights inside made him feel closer to her.
"Are you sure you're alright?" she asked doubtfully.
"I'm really fine... I'm sorry... to have bothered you. I... I'll let you go. I really will," he said. However, the words came out in a stammer. His hand tried to open the door to the driver's seat, but it did not open the first time. It was not until the second attempt that he managed to open it.
He was feeling a little lightheaded again. He shook his head violently and was about to get into the driver's seat when a hand grabbed his.
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