When she collided into his embrace, it felt like something also collided into Song Lingling's heart.
She was startled!
She looked up, dazed, at Yijun.
Yijun looked down at her, slightly worried: "Can you walk?"
Song Lingling felt a sourness in her eyes: "Oh no, I might be dying."
Yijun raised an eyebrow: "Don't talk nonsense."
"My legs are wobbly and weak, my head is dizzy, and my whole body is aching."
Just now when she was sitting on the bed, she hadn't realized it. But once she got off the bed, all the discomfort surged up, making her suddenly frightened.
The strange feeling that had emerged when she first collided into his embrace was also replaced by fear.
Feeling dizzy after a nightmare is normal, but aching all over is something Yijun had never seen before.
"Why didn't you keep the box with you?" Yijun's tone had a hint of reproach in it, though even he wasn't aware of it.
Song Lingling felt wronged: "Afraid you'd snatch it."
