C1472 Young Master Ye's Maid 1392

He had no strength to step up the stairs, and was dragging his swaying body toward a pile of fallen leaves at the corner of the wall. It was hidden in the leaves, and the weather was good, and a bird was perched on a finger not far from it, with a weak, tenacious life force.

Its abdomen squirmed a few times. Its throat made a sound like a grunt. Its eyes could not help but burst into tears