Li Lihua's voice was hoarse from shouting, but it was still futile. Her throat felt as if it had been scorched by a branding iron, hurting so much it seemed like it might bleed, but when she coughed, nothing came out.
She was still wearing the pajamas she had on in the villa, and after all this fuss, she was drenched in sweat. When the mountain breeze blew, Li Lihua shivered violently and sneezed.
As Li Lihua shivered from the cold, Lin Shichang drove Lin Mengchen back.
"Lihua, why are you standing here dressed like that?" Lin Shichang asked, lowering the car window and looking with surprise at Li Lihua blocking the mountain road.
