When the two walked in, Aunt Cui was already there. She had heard the commotion and rushed over. With the mistress not around, she was like a headless fly, running about aimlessly.
Seeing Ji Yunya and Yan Hua come in, she excitedly went to greet them: "Miss Ji, you must save Fifth Master...."
Ji Yunya gently brushed away her hand, "I'll do my best."
She walked over and glanced at the person lying on the bed. It was her first time seeing Yan Nanfeng, so thin he was out of shape, with high cheekbones and a darkened brow, lips purple – signs of impending death.
Ji Yunya raised her hand to check his pulse, his hand colder than hers, all bone beneath her touch, shocking to the heart.
Her brows furrowed tighter and tighter, and behind her, Yan Hua softly asked, "How is it?"
Ji Yunya shook her head and lowered her hand.
