Ling Chuxia bit her lower lip gently, took a deep breath, and holding back her fear, she softly began, "What, what's wrong?"
But even with her restraint, her voice still trembled as she spoke somewhat falteringly.
Shi Che acted as if he hadn't heard her speak, his black pupils fixedly staring at the pill box, his gaze so intense it was as though he was trying to bore a hole right through it.
Standing to the side, although Shi Che wasn't looking at her, Chuxia felt as if she was being fiercely scrutinized by him, her body involuntarily starting to shiver.
She swallowed hard, still managing to take a few difficult steps forward, stopping just a step away from Shi Che. Her voice grew softer, "Young Master... what's wrong?" As she spoke, her hand tremulously reached out and tentatively rested on Shi Che's arm.
When her hand touched Shi Che's arm, he finally reacted, his black pupils shifting, his gaze moving slowly from the pill box to her face.
