"Beicheng." Xia Yinian called softly, striding in.
She ignored Gu Qingyang's snarling gaze and didn't care about Yu Wanqing's wailing; her eyes were fixed only on the motionless man.
"Beicheng, what's wrong? Beicheng..."
Xia Yinian approached the bed, wanting to lift the man up, but the moment she sat down, her whole body became rigid.
What happened to him? Wasn't he fine just a moment ago? Why did he suddenly become like this?
Such a strong man, what did Yu Wanqing do to him to make him become like this?
Looking at his pale face, Xia Yinian's heart felt as if it were being cut by a knife.
After a brief pause, she immediately stretched out her still trembling hand and placed it on his pulse.
"Xia Yinian, get away, don't touch my man! Beicheng is mine, get away!" Yu Wanqing screamed, controlled by two bodyguards.
Feeling the man's pulse was still steady, Xia Yinian let out a sigh of relief.
