C44 Waste

"Huh?" Shen Wushuang didn't dare to push him, fearing that her injuries would worsen.

Chun Yurui's weak breath landed on Shen Wushuang's face and he felt cold.

Was he going to die?

If Noble Heir died, she wouldn't be able to escape the blame, right?

What should he do?

Shen Wushuang pursed her lips and decided to save herself.

Chun Yurui might not be able to stand it if the sun was up