In a short while, Yu Jinwen strode out of the guest room carrying someone horizontally. The person was thin and sickly, covered with a hand-embroidered quilt embroidered by Nan Song.,Her face was pale and sickly, as if she could disappear from this world at any moment. She was completely lost in Yu Jinwen, her voice barely a whisper, "Jin Ge, Miss Lu...",Nan Song wiped away the icy tears, stood up from the ground. The once fragile person became incredibly cold, with an unwavering determination in their eyes.。