From behind, Jiang Nan's voice came, "Yunshu, no matter how long it takes, I'll wait for you!"
Returning to the Main Building, it was already close to eleven o'clock.
As Situ Yunshu just stepped inside, she immediately felt something was off.
Looking up, almost at a glance, she saw the man sitting on the sofa, his face completely bloodless, and his white shirt stained red with blood, shockingly scarlet.
The air was filled with the wanton spread and diffusion of a bloody smell.
The servants were so anxious that they were near tears, nervously twisting their fingers, they hurried forward, their voices trembling, "Miss Situ, you're finally back! Please persuade Second Young Master, ever since you left, he hasn't been willing to bandage the wound, the blood keeps flowing..."
If the bleeding doesn't stop, it could be fatal!
How could Situ Yunshu not see how long that blood had been flowing?
His face was deathly pale, utterly bloodless, even his thin lips had lost their color.
