Nan Song choked out the words from deep within her throat, her eyes shimmering with a mixture of fear and hope.,The steward rushed over to report, "Miss Zhu just vomited up what she had just eaten again, and it sounds awful!",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.。