In the evening, a person passed by and went to the platform in front of the main hall. The platform was empty, and there was no one except for the wind. Yixin was still tied on it, and she didn't know if she was dead or not.
But he still walked over. The wound on his wrist was very small, and the bleeding was very slow. It had been a long time since a drop had been shed. The wound would not heal because it had been treated, so the blood would flow out all the way.
Xia Shou felt her breath and breathed, and then handed the water to her lips. "Drink some water!"
Yixin gently raised her head and slightly opened her eyes. When she found that it was summer, she couldn't help but smile. "Should I thank her for reminding me, or should I hate her for letting her know the truth?"
"Oh! No, I don
