บท 967: I Hate Him...

Jiang Yuyan and Lu Lian went upstairs, where they went to Lu Lian's room. 

Jiang Yuyan asked Lu Lian to get into the bed as she looked so tired, and her body was burning with a fever when Jiang Yuyan checked her temperature. 

Lu Lian listened to Jiang Yuyan and got onto the bed.

"Yuyan, your hand is not fine. I'll manage," Lu Lian said, looking at Jiang Yuyan's wrapped hand. 

"It's fine now." Saying, Jiang Yuyan looked at her carefully. Not just Lu Lian's voice was weak, and she looked tired and pale, but her eyes had hidden sadness in them. 

Lu Lian closed her eyes as they seemed heavy to even keep them open for a single moment. The temperature gave her a headache that seems unbearable at the moment as the effect of the medicines she took in the office started to fade away. 

Jiang Yuyan went to the table in the room and brought a glass of water for Lu Lian, and she accepted it.