95 Promise.

Yan Mei's brows bumped together as she drifted into consciousness and then back out. The world was a blur, and random images spiraled in the pool of her thoughts. A tap of her shoulder momentarily made her little aware of her surroundings, but after a second, she was again lost.

She could feel a gaze on her. She wanted to open her eyes to look at the person, but she couldn't. Confusion blossomed in her heart as her head felt as if someone had shaken it until her brain was thoroughly bruised, her eyelashes weighing more than it should.

Lei Zhao stared at Yan Mei's face, which was beet red, and her skin glistening with sweat made worried gnawed inside him. Her lips were puffed out.

"Wifey…wake up," Lei Zhao whispered as he clutched her hand.

"Lei-Zhao?"

Yan Mei called out weakly as her eyes slowly open and met Lei Zhao's eyes.

"Lei-Zhao---I feel so weak."