But she still walked over, picked up the water beside him, and Third Young Master Jun felt a different breath. His blurred eyes lifted to glance at her, the hazy figure before him.
He shuddered, disbelief written all over his face, his breathing heavy as he strained to recognize her, gradually coming into clearer focus.
Ye Lu felt somewhat embarrassed and uneasy.
She bent down to help him insert the straw into the water cup.
"Are you thirsty?" she asked, her voice low and soft, gentle and warm as the sunlight when spring snow first melts, full of tenderness and care.
Third Young Master Jun still looked astonished, and it was a long while before he cautiously reached up to touch her face, holding his breath, his voice hoarse and urgent, "Is it really you? Or am I confused again, hallucinating?"
He quickly withdrew his hand, a self-deprecating smile playing around his pale lips, filled with profound anguish.
