Hua Yan listened to Hua Li's words, was silent for a long while, her complexion pale, almost translucent, her gaze flickering, like clouds floating in midair. She was so still, it seemed that even her breathing was inaudible.
An Shiqi saw that Hua Yan's condition was getting worse and hurriedly called out to her, "Young Master?"
Hua Li also sensitively felt that Hua Yan's appearance was very frightening, as if her soul had left her body, extremely still; he too hurriedly called out, "Sister Shiqi!"
The two of them called out several times, but there was no response from Hua Yan.
An Shiqi suddenly thought of something, stood up abruptly, "The Young Master couldn't have had an attack of hysteria again, could she?"
Although Hua Li was young, he knew the seriousness of the situation and his face turned stark white, "Brother Shiqi, what should we do?"