C195 Arrogant

The sound of their footsteps gradually faded. Zhao Qingyan could not hold on any longer. He slowly bent down and raised his hands to cover his forehead. His fingers were trembling as if he was enduring some kind of pain.

"Mo'er, are you feeling unwell?" When Prince Huan saw the beads of sweat on Zhao Qingyan's forehead, he quickly got up and supported her with his hands. He looked rather worried