"Miss Jiang, I'm sorry. Wei Shumin has inhaled water and is weak. I'll take her back to Fluttering Snow Residence first."
Lin Jinhao's mind and eyes were full of Wei Shumin, unable to take heed of anything else, and he did not hear the conversation between his third brother and her.
"Manyun is fine. Please do as you wish, Eighth Master."
Jiang Manyun covered her chest, pretending to be weak and coughing a few times, avoiding his gaze, not looking at him anymore.
"I'm sorry."
Lin Jinhao felt guilty for not being able to save her in time and apologized.
"Eighth Master, there is no need to worry. Manyun is already fine."
Jiang Manyun wrapped herself with clothes, supporting herself with her hands to stand up.
"Sigh."
Lin Jinhao sighed lightly, no longer delaying, and rushed away holding Wei Shumin.
Jiang Manyun watched him run far away, used a small magic spell to dry her clothes and hair.