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",However, at this moment, thinking of Zhener, her steps grew faster and faster, she ran like the wind, her cloak trailed behind her, her hair flying in the wind, her shoes almost coming off.,He thought he had misheard. He followed the sound and saw her waving at him. He was taken aback, hesitated for a moment, then walked forward cautiously. He first looked down at Wen Xue Luo and asked in a low voice, "Have you figured it out"。