Liufu felt a chill run through her heart from Xiqiu's glance. Knowing she had lost her composure out of panic, she quieted her tears and followed silently behind Chunyan.
Upon entering Zhiqu Courtyard, Xiqiu turned around at the kang and looked at Liufu: "Has something happened to the Seventh Young Master?"
"Seventh Young Master... the young master has a high fever, and I'm too afraid to tell anyone else. Terrified, I could only come to you." Liufu kneeled, behaving maturely and steadily, but after all, she was just an eight-year-old child; faced with life-threatening matters, how could she not be rattled?
"A fever?" Xiqiu felt a chill rise from her feet: "How did he catch a fever just like that?"
