They had waited for almost an hour, but the person in the bathroom hadn't come out yet.
Zhuo Yue was evidently getting impatient. He stood up and walked over, gently twisting the brass lock, trying to peek through the crack in the door to see if she'd finished, but when he saw her slumped over the edge of the bathtub with blood flowing from her wrist, he was so shocked he rushed in immediately.
"Ningyue." He grabbed her and called out.
It was clear that the girl had already passed out, and blood was still flowing from her wrist. Frantically, he yanked a towel off the wall and quickly tied it around her wrist, cradling her in his arms as he dashed out of the bathroom, shouting, "Someone, get someone here quickly."
He placed her on the bed, anxiously trying to check her breathing.
Feeling that she was still warm, he breathed a sigh of relief.
The old butler, hearing the shouting, rushed over in a hurry, "Young master, what happened to the young master?"
