C412 I'm Not Lying

His breathing seemed heavy. Jian Huan raised her hand to touch his face and then touched his forehead. Sure enough, it was very hot. He had a fever.

"Huo Motine!" Jian Huan was anxious. She patted his cheek and kept calling his name.

Huo Motine heard her voice and frowned. He opened his eyes and looked at her. He focused on her and his eyes were burning