Yue Bai advised him, "Young Master, Madam is still sick, so please listen to her.","Young Master, shall I lead you back" Lü Nóng bent over and asked in a soft voice.,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"。