Ran Yan could no longer suppress the twisting pain in her heart, her hand holding the cup handle trembling slightly.
Qin Yunlin, you said that even if you were to die in battle, it would be gloriously and elegantly, that you would never lie on my autopsy table. How could you go back on your word...
How could you go back on your word...
Ran Yan's body could not stop trembling, the coffee in her cup spilling onto her black skirt, causing a stinging pain on her skin.
Suddenly, a warm sensation came from her forehead, followed by a deep, magnetic voice, "Did you catch a cold last night?"
An anxious voice from Wan Lu beside her replied, "Not at all, but somehow, she developed a fever at midnight and couldn't be awakened no matter how much this servant called, Lady."
