Gu Yan went to help Su Yunjin up.
Having just woken up, Su Yunjin was still very weak, "Yunjin, tell me, do you feel discomfort anywhere else?" Bending down, Gu Yan gently kissed the back of his little wife's hand.
His voice was even gentler than usual.
And more cautious.
Su Yunjin looked up at Gu Yan, slightly confused and with a headache. Su Yunjin didn't speak, but frowned uncomfortably. Gu Yan let go of his little wife's hand and reached out to touch her forehead, "Yunjin, does your head hurt?"
"A little." Su Yunjin nodded.
Gu Yan's large palm was very warm, the heat from the center of his palm radiating to Su Yunjin's forehead, warming her and making her feel slightly dazed. Gu Yan's voice came to her once again.
"Yunjin, does it still hurt?" Gu Yan was full of regret and self-reproach, ever since his little wife had fainted, Gu Yan had been regretting it, from the very moment she had collapsed.
Gu Yan felt fear and terror like never before.
