"Yuan... Young Master Yuan... save... save me."
Young Master Xiao stood on tiptoe, his hands clutching weakly at the tight blue silk wrapped around his neck. The blood on his chest had soaked through his clothes, dripping drop by drop onto the floor and making the stool he barely reached exceptionally slippery.
Jiao Niangqing sat to one side, resting her chin in her hand. She had changed out of the soft pink gauze from yesterday; a dress of brilliant red and a casually pinned bun lent her features an unprompted allure, making her look both like and unlike Ling Huaiyu.
Chapter 71