"Mother, don't you like Zhen'er anymore Why don't you hug Zhen'er anymore" Xiao mumbled, his eyes welling up with tears.,A faint scent of coppery sweetness filled the air, and the snow-white handkerchief was stained with patches of crimson. Xie Shuning vomited, ignoring the maid's panicked state, tossing aside the handkerchief and falling into a deep sleep, her face pale. After an unknown amount of time, she woke up from her slumber in a cold sweat, clutching the brocade quilt as she gasped, "Where is Young Master",Though the residual poison has not yet been eliminated, his illness has persisted for a long time. Even being able to walk and speak is already difficult.。