An Shiliu was simply too exhausted. Forcing himself to awaken and report the news to Hua Zhuo, after Hua Zhuo let him rest, the tenuous breath he had been holding scattered, and he could no longer hold on. He collapsed back onto the bed and fell into a deep sleep due to his extreme fatigue.
After leaving An Shiliu's room, Hua Zhuo stood under the eaves, pursing his lips as he watched the fine misty rain drifting down from the sky.
Hua Li did not know what An Shiliu had awakened and said to Hua Zhuo. Seeing the young master's expression turn grave and cold, he stood to the side and cautiously probed, "Young Master, has something serious happened? Is it that Sister Shiqi is not doing well?"
Hua Zhuo turned around, reached out, and lightly knocked Hua Li on the head, with neither too much nor too little force, "It's not your Sister Shiqi. It's something even more serious than her issue."