Li Minghu, although she had fallen, hadn't lost consciousness; she simply felt weak and her delicate body softened.
Yan Yu held her and heard her say in his ear,
"It's fine, just a bit dizzy. I think I'll be better after a rest."
Despite Li Minghu's effort to appear fine, how could Yan Yu be fooled by her act? Firstly, from his past life, he knew that Valkyrie was best at pretending to be well and forcefully persevering; secondly, her body was now trembling, her limbs weak, and her complexion sickly flushed—it was obviously an unhealthy state, only a fool would be tricked!
Yan Yu swiftly sat down cross-legged, straightening Li Minghu's body, only to find she couldn't even hold up her upper body and could only lean weakly against him.
"Old Yan!" Below, Li Zhaojiang's anxious voice rang out, "How is my sister?!"
"I'm still checking!" Yan Yu responded.
