On the way here, she had already fallen unconscious and didn't wake up until the latter half of the night. During this time, she also had someone bring Yun Xiu over from the inn.
When Cui Zhu regained consciousness, she saw Ruan Mian sitting at the desk, writing something in the flickering candlelight.
Cui Zhu felt like her throat was on fire, unable to utter a single word, yet the movement from the bed still alerted Ruan Mian.
"You're awake? The wound may still hurt a bit, you'd better not move and get some rest."
"Miss... Am I not dead? Where is this place?"
The surroundings clearly weren't the inn they had been in before; this place was luxurious and opulent, obviously belonging to a wealthy family.
Ruan Mian smiled faintly and said, "You're fine. How could I let you die?"
"But at that moment, you really scared me. If you hadn't dodged in time, this sharp blade would have pierced straight into your heart, and even King Yama couldn't have saved you then."
