"Ah!"
Cold sweat pours out, Hou Tingfu's forehead is drenched.
She collapses onto the sofa, and to prevent her from moving wildly, one servant pins down her hands, while another secures her lower abdomen.
In the small living room, the family doctor crouches at her feet, tending to her wounds.
With tweezers, the doctor meticulously removes shards of glass embedded in Hou Tingfu's sole.
His movements are professional and swift; Hou Tingfu continually hears the crisp, metallic sound of glass fragments falling into the iron dish.
"Did you go to look for Nanxun?"
A wave of pain washes over her, Hou Tingfu's face turns pale, her brows furrow tightly, yet her mind remains fixated on Yan Nanxun.
"Someone has already been sent to search for the young master."
"Why do you think he suddenly decided to jump out of the window?" Hou Tingfu asks the servants.
The servants cannot answer; they have no idea why Yan Nanxun would suddenly jump out of the window.
