Jiang Suiyu remained utterly silent, his stillness unnerving. Jiang Suichen started to press him further, but Yun Anan stopped him. His hand clenched into a fist for a moment before he forced it to relax. He moved to her side, watching as she took Jiang Suiyu’s pulse. "So young, yet his body is more depleted than an old man at death's door," Yun Anan murmured, her fingers delicately on Jiang Suiyu