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Ling Yue immediately understood that Yi Chen's hands were cold again.

"When did it happen? Why didn't you call me?"

Ling Yue looked at Yi Chen's bloodshot and red eyes and realized that he didn't sleep well last night.

"Yuer, don't move..."

"Forehead……"

Ling Yue could feel the changes in Yi Chen's body. There was something very abrupt and hard that made her body restless.

"Yichen, you need treatment, wait for me."

Ling Yue insisted on getting up despite Yi Chen's attempts to stop her.

She knew that under these circumstances, the two of them could not proceed to the next intimate action.

Ling Yue looked at Yi Chen embarrassedly and touched her cheek against Yi Chen's forehead.

"You, have a fever?" Ling Yue was incredulous. "What on earth did you go through last night?"

Yi Chen closed his eyes, feeling Ling Yue's breath and temperature.

This temperature is just right.

"Yuer, don't go! Please, don't go!"

Yi Chen became increasingly confused.

"No, don't worry I won't leave you. What happened to you?"

Ling Yue held Yi Chen's hand and held him in her arms.

However, after a while, Yi Chen's symptoms did not improve at all.

"I've never seen this kind of cold hands syndrome in my entire medical career. It seems to be closely related to his mood swings."

Ling Yue thought back to what Director Li said, and at the moment she felt a little helpless.

In a panic, she saw the faintly glowing pendant next to Yi Chen's pillow.

She once heard Yuan's father say that this was a keepsake from her father.

By chance, Yi Chen picked it up and it became his.

"Yi Chen, what's going on? Why is he glowing all the time?"

Yi Chen heard Ling Yue's call and opened his eyes slightly.

Looking at the pendant whose light was getting brighter and brighter, Yi Chen became even more panicked.

He used all his strength to hold the pendant tightly while hugging Ling Yue.

"Yuer, nothing can happen to you. I will stay with you every step of the way."

Ling Yue felt that the strength of Yi Chen's hands was increasing, as if he wanted to merge her into his body.

"Well, I'm here. What's wrong with you? You're hurting me."

How could Yi Chen change so much overnight?

"Come, I'll help you to the bathroom. Take a bath. Maybe it will make you feel better. Just lie down and wait for me. I'll run the water for you."

Just as Ling Yue stood up, she accidentally knocked over the glass on the bedside table.

As the sound of breaking glass came, Yi Chen's nerves suddenly became more tense.

"Yuer, be careful, don't move."

But, it happened so fast...

Ling Yue had already squatted down and reached out to pick up the glass on the ground.

"hiss……"

The glass fragments cut Ling Yue's fingers.

As the blood dripped, a strange phenomenon occurred.

In an instant, the pendant in Yi Chen's hand burst out with a dazzling red light, as if awakened by Ling Yue's blood.

The light quickly spread, enveloping the entire room in a blood-red halo.

Yi Chen's cold hands seemed to be suppressed by some force at this moment.

His hands were no longer freezing cold. Instead, he felt a warm current flowing out of the pendant, spreading along his arms and throughout his body.

"Yue'er!"

Yi Chen sat up suddenly, ignoring his weak body, grabbed Ling Yue's wrist and pulled her to his side.

He quickly put Ling Yue's injured finger into his mouth and sucked it...

"Yi Chen, you..."

Ling Yue felt a little shy, and she quickly pulled back her fingers.

At the same time, I was also shocked by this sudden change.

She looked down at her fingers, blood still seeping out slowly.

But strangely, she did not feel any pain. Instead, she felt an inexplicable warmth coming from the wound.

She looked up at Yi Chen and found that his face was no longer pale, but had regained some color.

"Yichen, you...are you feeling better?"

There was a hint of doubt and worry in Ling Yue's tone.

Yi Chen did not answer immediately, his eyes still stayed on Ling Yue's fingers.

He reached out and gently stroked her wound. When his fingertips touched her blood, the pendant's light flickered again, as if responding to something.

Yichen's heartbeat quickened, and some vague fragments of memory emerged in his mind...

That was the scene when he picked up the pendant in Bashan as a child, and every time the pendant shone in his life.

"Yuer, this pendant... belongs to your father."

"I heard Father Yuan mention it. But it belongs to you now."

Ling Yue frowned and looked down at the pendant.

She had never looked at it carefully before, and only now discovered that the pendant's shape was very strange, like an ancient talisman, with patterns engraved on the surface that she could not understand.

She reached out and gently touched the pendant. As soon as her fingertips touched it, the pendant's light flickered again, as if responding to her touch.

"This...what is going on?" Ling Yue was a little surprised.

Yi Chen's heart was also full of doubts.

He had never seen this pendant connected to Ling Yue.

Even when Ling Yue was seriously injured in South Africa, there was still no such a big reaction.

But everything he saw made Yi Chen believe that the secret of the pendant seemed to be closely related to Ling Yue's life experience.

"Yuer, do you still remember your father?"

Yi Chen suddenly remembered that when he first met Yuan Ye in Bashan, he told Yi Chen the story of Ling Yue's parents.

Ling Yue was slightly stunned, then shook his head:

“I haven’t seen him since I was a child, and Father Yuan rarely mentions him.

I only know that he is a very responsible person and he loves my mother very much."

When Yi Chen heard this, he had a vague guess in his mind.

He looked down at the pendant in his hand:

"I found this pendant in Bashan. Perhaps... it originally belonged to your father."

A hint of surprise flashed in Ling Yue's eyes. She had never thought that this pendant would be related to her father.

She reached out and gently held the pendant, feeling the warmth from it, and suddenly an inexplicable emotion surged in her heart.

"Yi Chen, if this pendant is really related to my father, then perhaps the fact that it chose you is a sign of my father's approval of you?"

By coincidence, Ling Yue finally found out that the pendant and her own blood could suppress Yi Chen's cold hands.

She confirmed Yi Chen's condition again.

Forehead temperature is normal.

The temperature of my hands actually returned to normal.

For many years, Ling Yue has been searching for a cure for cold hands but to no avail.

Unexpectedly, I found a way today by accident.

"Yuer, perhaps... this is fate."

The two fell into a brief silence. The red light in the room gradually dissipated, and the light of the pendant returned to calm.

Yi Chen's cold hands seemed to be suppressed temporarily, but his heart was still full of uneasiness.

He knew that the light from the pendant foreshadowed something big happening, and this time, the intensity of the light was far greater than before.