C42 emergency acupuncture

The sound of the rain lashed against the wutong tree, and the chilly wind blew against their faces. The two said nothing, quietly waiting for their fate.

An Ran was also fate alongside them. His breathing was weak, and he was on the verge of death. Imperial Concubine Rong had been holding onto his young and tender hands the entire time, and all her plans had failed.

Wen Yi