A faint scent of coppery sweetness filled the air, and the snow-white handkerchief was stained with patches of crimson. Xie Shuning vomited, ignoring the maid's panicked state, tossing aside the handkerchief and falling into a deep sleep, her face pale. After an unknown amount of time, she woke up from her slumber in a cold sweat, clutching the brocade quilt as she gasped, "Where is Young Master",But no one dared to truly stop Wen Xue Luo. Xie Shu Ning vomited out a mouthful of blood, and when she collapsed beside Chen'er, someone had already rushed in and knelt down: "It's all my fault, I wasn't able to pull the young master in time...",However, Xie Shuning gripped it so tightly that her knuckles turned white, stopping it from escaping.。