Yun Mengyao had suffered these episodes many times before. Although Hong Yu was worried, he didn't panic.
He first grabbed a sheet from the bedside, lifted the soaking wet Yun Mengyao out of the bathtub, wrapped her in it, and laid her on the bed.
Once out of the bathtub, the chill emanating from Yun Mengyao's body grew even more terrifying.
If Yun Mengyao had been shaking like someone with a high fever before, now, without the warmth of the hot bathwater, it was as if she'd been plunged into an ice cellar, shivering violently. The breath she exhaled instantly turned into a plume of white mist upon contact with the air.
One could only imagine how cold Yun Mengyao was now.
"Yaoyao, hang in there."
Hong Yu helped Yun Mengyao sit up cross-legged and gently pressed his palm against her back.
