Even though he has fallen into such dire straits, his gaze is still as frightening as before. Lu He was startled, thinking that the Eldest Young Master died with his eyes open, turned into a ghost.
Summoning the courage to step forward, she used the water pouch to touch his hand and boldly asked, "Young Master, you're still alive, right? Are you okay?"
The person lying there ignored her; the gaze that had just been staring at her fiercely had already turned hopeless.
Lu He cautiously stretched her hand under his nose to test~
Yes, he was still breathing.
After confirming, she went over to try to help him. His reaction was intense, waving his weak hands to refuse, making "mm, mm, mm~" sounds from his mouth.
He was not cooperating, and she, just a weak woman, couldn't move him by herself.
She persuaded, "Young Master, don't be afraid, I am Zhao Tongqian, a third-class servant from Ye Mansion. I came to help collect your corpse—spit, spit, spit, I came to save you."
