He sat down by the bed and didn't lay Wen Xiao'ai down, just held her like that.
He pulled the thin blanket from the bed and wrapped it around Wen Xiao'ai.
Wen Xiao'ai's little hands clutched at Jun Moyan's clothes, her eyebrows knitted together, her face pained, and tears welling up at the corners of her eyes every now and then.
"Jun Moyan, it hurts so much..."
Wen Xiao'ai's head felt heavy and dull, she sweated cold sweat from the pain, and the energy from Jun Moyan's body had weakened to the point where there wasn't a noticeable healing effect.
Even so, she didn't dare to close her eyes; only by seeing Jun Moyan would she not feel afraid.
"What's wrong?"
Hearing Wen Xiao'ai cry out in pain, Jun Moyan loosened his arms around her a bit and looked down at her in his embrace.
But he saw Wen Xiao'ai's little face frighteningly pale, drifting in and out of consciousness, looking extremely pained, as if enduring some kind of harsh torture.
