Above the pool of blood stood Mei Jing, covered in fresh blood, his eyes filled with disbelief.
In his hands, he held a bloody knife.
"Xiao Jing!" Mei Shu ran over without hesitation, embracing the trembling Mei Jing, "It's okay. Don't be afraid. Let Sister handle this."
Zhao Yan also stood dumbfounded on the side. After a while, he regained some sense in his limbs and took two difficult steps forward. "Miss, what should we do?"
Mei Shu released Mei Jing, took the bloody knife from his hand, and tossed it aside.
The fruit knife made a light sound as it slid to the feet of a few servants, startling them.
Mei Shu ignored the reactions of others, squatting beside Mei Mu, reaching out to check her breath.
"Miss…"
"Sister…"
Several voices of concern and fear sounded simultaneously.
Mei Shu withdrew her hand, her brows suddenly furrowing. "Call for emergency services. She's not dead yet, hurry!"
