Gradually, Lu Jihan's complexion returned to normal.
His heavily heaving chest also gradually calmed down.
The cold sweat on his forehead had faded significantly, and Uncle Rong breathed a sigh of relief and quickly brought a cup of warm water.
"Young Master, quickly drink some water."
Every time the Blood Curse acted up, he would be particularly thirsty and have an astonishing appetite, possibly due to the poison within him at work.
After gulping down the water, Lu Jihan's face slightly regained some color, and his breathing steadied.
Uncle Rong couldn't wait to ask, "Young Master, are you feeling better?"
"Mm, a bit better." He gave a perfunctory response.
But it was evident that there were still fine beads of sweat on his forehead.
As Uncle Rong set down the cup, he turned around and heard Lu Jihan ask, "Where is she?"
She, of course, referred to Song Yinyin.
"Miss Song got up early in the morning," Uncle Rong replied.
