Bei Mingyuan stopped in his tracks, fighting the urge to toss away the flower on his chest.
'The expression "not knowing one's own limits" was probably coined for this foolish girl. Her soul was severely damaged—was she completely unaware of it? She could barely save herself, yet she still had the energy to meddle in other people's business?'
"Fine, fine! I'll stop chattering, alright? Jeez," Xin Huohuo grumbled.
In truth, she was feeling extremely unwell; she'd never known a soul could feel pain. She kept talking precisely because she didn't want to show any weakness in front of him. Besides, she felt so faint she just wanted to fall asleep. As she thought this, her eyes began to close.
"Don't you dare sleep!" Bei Mingyuan barked when he saw her condition.
