362 The Prospect of Losing Someone and the Artist

She swore that she could hardly breathe as she went with Yunhe. They ran down the villa corridors, her mind blank as her feet pushed against the ground.

They arrived at her master's courtyard. Slowing down just a bit, Yujia went inside.

There were servants gathered around, nervous eyes darting back and forth. The group did not help to ease her worries the slightest. Nevertheless, the servants parted in way, letting her walk through the crowd, making her way to the door.

Her hands were trembling uncontrollably as she pushed the door to his room. As her eyes darted around, she saw how her master wasn't sitting in a chair, frustratingly debating a painting on the table. Nor was he slouched by the side, drinking a jar of wine. 

The first person she saw was a physician.