C1510 Young Master Ye's Maid 1430

She could not see, but her voice was sharper, and she knew that someone had come to her side, one hand gently fiddling with her bangs, and then holding her hand, which was dry and cold and even trembling slightly.

The air seemed to be filled with faint water vapor. One drop, two drops, three drops. The liquid smashed onto the back of her hand