Huo Yunque placed his large palm on her head and rubbed it heavily.
"You're not sick, you're very healthy."
It was as if his heart was tied with a string, and the other end of the string was tied to the young girl's body. It tugged with her every move, slowly spreading pain to his body.
"You lied to me!"
Song Yaoyao sniffed, her eyes red as she accused, "How can I not be sick? A normal person wouldn't do that..."
Before she could finish, a report was handed to her.
"Take a look for yourself."
Song Yaoyao took it in a daze. She had seen all the indicators on it clearly, and the final conclusion was: she was very healthy!
Very healthy!
Unlike her previous life, even her heart was fine this time.
"See? No problem, right?" Huo Yunque patted her head gently and comforted her in a low voice, "Even if there is a problem, in my eyes, it's not a problem."
No matter what she turned into, he could accept it.
