บท 444: Pulled Together by Fate (7)

Song Qingchun faltered two steps back before she could steady herself. Su Zhinian, in her grasp, had started to slide toward the ground, so she immediately reached out to grab his arm.

His muscular body didn't have any extra weight, but the difference in their weight still meant that Song Qingchun had to use a great amount of energy before she could hold him upright.

With such close contact, Song Qingchun had a clearer look of his face.

His eyes were closed, and his fair skin was tinged red. His long brows were furrowed as if in pain.

"Su Zhinian? Su Zhinian?" Song Qingchun called his name twice, trying to get his attention. After he failed to respond, Song Qingchun raised her hand to touch his forehead. His temperature was as high as boiling water, causing her to pull back her hand instantly.