Ningning is sick; it's really distressing_1

Chaos ensued, she absolutely refused to allow herself to fall so low.

She wouldn't be like Zhou Shiran, that kind of woman; she absolutely couldn't let such a thing happen.

Therefore, she must keep her distance from him.

Yu Jingchen's brows furrowed, and he looked at her with indulgence. "You're crying like a tabby cat, what do you think I can do to you?"

An Ning's 'tears' kept falling, completely beyond her control.

She didn't understand why she cried so much, just kept wiping them away.

The fierce sun was overhead, and the view ahead grew increasingly blurry, her head growing dizzier by the minute.

Her whole body felt as if it had been hollowed out.

She saw Yu Jingchen stretching his hand out to her, his expression a mix of tension and urgency.

Yu Jingchen's gaze shook as he wiped his eye.

"Damn it, you're not crying, you're having a heatstroke!"

"Heatstroke?" An Ning asked in confusion.