Xie Qikang leaned weakly against the large pillow in the carriage, one hand covering his chest, gasping for breath.
This time awakening, he felt even more pain than before, with a chest tightness as if it wanted to explode at any moment; even taking a breath felt excruciating.
Grinding his teeth, Xie Qikang cursed inwardly; if it really was Ling Rong's ghost causing trouble, he would ensure she would never find peace.
Thinking of this, the pain in Xie Qikang's chest seemed to intensify, and he groaned.
"Madam, my chest feels so tight, could you rub it for me?" Xie Qikang said with a trembling voice, turning towards Mrs. Zhou sitting beside him.
Upon looking at her, his heart skipped a beat.
Mrs. Zhou just stared at him, saying nothing, her expression indescribably complex, full of unspoken words.
Xie Qikang's heart pounded erratically, a foreboding feeling that something was out of control; he waved his hand in front of Mrs. Zhou and asked, "Madam? What's wrong?"
