Besides the horrifying gash on his chest, Gu Xun had other injuries as well.
He had lost too much blood, and his consciousness was fading.
He didn't want to appear so pathetic in front of Mei Wanying, so he had been forcing himself to hold on.
After exchanging a few words with Ling, he suddenly fainted.
Gu Xun had practiced martial arts since childhood; he was no weak scholar who couldn't lift a thing.
His sudden collapse was proof enough of how severe his injuries were.
Ling was terrified. She reflexively hugged Mei Wanying's leg. "Mother, is Cousin dead?"
Her voice was already trembling on the verge of tears.
"He'll be fine."
Mei Wanying could not reciprocate Gu Xun's feelings, but she would never wish for something bad to happen to him.
Bending slightly, she wrapped an arm around her daughter's small shoulders. Her expression was grave as she ordered her men to carry Gu Xun into her carriage.
