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",Wen Xueluo's family was once very glorious. When she was only two years old, she was betrothed to Yan Huai, the son of a Duke. Although the two never ended up together, everyone knows that Yan Huai's things can only be discarded and cannot be picked up by others.,"Yeah, it's obvious..." Xie Shuning murmured softly, "I'm cold, hug me..."。