Ling Xuancheng was likely unaware of how terrifyingly pale his face had become, or that his hand, gripping Ling Lu’s arm, was trembling uncontrollably. His eyes, however, were bloodshot, filled with an intense emotion that surged like a storm—a tempest poised to shatter everything in its path, himself included.
Ling Lu watched him silently for a few seconds, feeling as if he were made of thin glass. It wouldn't take much; even the slightest impact would reduce him to shards.
She frowned, almost imperceptibly. "You’re having an episode. Sisi, call an ambulance and get him to the hospital."
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