Fen Ling's footsteps stopped once again.
What does this mean? Could it be that Feng Yexuan has truly been infected?
But he looks perfectly fine.
It must be that despicable Chu Qianli deceiving her!
"No matter what, I will not abandon Yexuan. Even if he truly falls ill, I will personally take care of him!"
This time, Fen Ling made up her mind and walked quickly to Feng Yexuan, taking his hand in hers.
"Yexuan, do not fear. No matter what becomes of you, I will stay by your side."
Chu Qianli's gaze fell upon Feng Yexuan's hand.
His hand, held by Fen Ling, showed no sign of resistance.
At least at this moment, his feelings for Fen Ling were genuine.
Her heart brimmed with an indiscernible emotion—perhaps bitterness, perhaps disappointment—but she reminded herself that she was now acting as a doctor.
"He may indeed be infected. It would be best if you did not touch him."
These words were not meant to intimidate.
But Fen Ling refused to listen.
