He had knelt all night, and his legs were already numb. Without support, he simply couldn't stand.
Yao hurried forward, just as he touched Dan Tingye, he saw Tingye's body sway, seemingly about to fall to the side.
"Young master!"
"I'm fine."
Dan Tingye quickly reached out, supporting himself on the ground with one arm, barely stabilizing his body. A hint of bleakness flashed across his eyes.
He couldn't even get himself to stand now; thankfully, she wasn't here, or who knows how guilty she would feel.
He tried several times, yet his feet remained numb. Forget standing, even when he hit them with effort, he couldn't feel a thing.
"Young master, please have some water first. I've scheduled a doctor, they'll be in shortly." Yao supported him carefully, taking gentle steps to the sofa, allowing him to sit down, and poured a cup of hot water, placing it on the table.
Just as he was about to turn around, something suddenly struck him, stopping him in his tracks.
