Chu Qingchuan woke up from the sound of coughing. She furrowed her brows and woke up.
After hearing the sound of Yu Wuhen's coughing, she bolted upright and said, "Milord, how are you feeling? Do you want the physician to come see you?"
Yu Wuhen covered his mouth with his hand and shook his head at Chu Qingchuan. Then, he laid back down again with tightly furrowed brows, and looked like he was really in pain.
Yu Wuhen reached his hand out to massage his sore forehead, and suddenly realized that his mask was missing. He froze for a second, before he regained composure and started to massage his temples.
Chu Qingchuan let out a subtle sigh of relief. Fortunately, he didn't get mad. With some hesitation, she grabbed his lapel and said, "Milord, I saw that you were having a hard time with the mask, and so I helped you take it off. You don't hate me, do you?"
Yu Wuhen cracked a smiled, then managed to weakly spit out two words, "No worries."