As soon as he touched her cold little hand, Lu Jihan couldn't help but furrow his brows.
The next second, he raised his hand, immediately grasped Song Yinyin's small hand, and tightened his grip.
"Why are your hands so cold?" he asked, lowering his voice, "Are you feeling unwell?"
The reason her hands were cold was clearly due to the rollercoaster-like, anxious waiting she had just experienced.
At the moment she saw him faint, Song Yinyin's heart felt as though it had fallen into an ancient ice cellar, turning cold from her heart to her toes.
Later, when the doctor said Lu Jihan was not seriously harmed, Song Yinyin felt as if she had found a floating piece of wood to cling to.
However, this piece of wood wasn't stable, constantly drifting up and down in the ocean, unable to find its way home.
She thought that as long as Lu Jihan hadn't recovered his memory, her heart would remain as restless and anxious as it was now.
