However, the only answer to him was the silent handshake of Yi Pianran's slender hand. After a long time, Yi Pianran's eyes opened slightly, and Wang Xiangtian's worried face was reflected in the blurred line of sight. Without waiting for Yi Pianran to answer, Wang Xiangtian held her in his arms with her quilt. I felt Yi Pianran in his arms, wet and dry with cold sweat, and I don't know how many times he repeated it. This is the fifth time that Ji Wushuang has come to see it.