The dumplings on the table had gone cold, but Yuwenzhang did not mind and had someone take them away.
It was not until long after Yuwenzhang had left that Xie Zhixue finally came to her senses. Her back was already drenched with sweat, but she ignored it and hurried to Ping'an's side to check on him. The poor child was pale, his lips pressed tightly together, his expression stiff and silent.
"It's all right now, Ping'an."
Chapter 17