Chapter 925: Could It Be, Sick?

"Master, master, Huzi has awoken, he really has awoken."

From a nearby small thatched cottage, Mrs. Sun ran out, sprinting to the riverside, and with a splash, kneeled down in front of Feng Dingchu.

"Master, thank you, thank you, Huzi really has awoken, thank you, master!"

Feng Dingchu didn't speak.

Huzi would wake up, he had known this early on, so now, there was no surprise in his eyes.

"Mrs. Sun?" It was Chu Qianli who looked puzzled. What did this mean?

"What happened to Huzi?"

Mrs. Sun slowly got up, her voice hoarse, "My foolish boy, early this morning, saw a red ribbon hanging from a tree, thought it was yours, Miss, and climbed up to get it for you, but unexpectedly… unexpectedly he fell into the river."

"I wasn't there at the time, and the river is very deep. Although Huzi can swim, the river was too cold, and he began to convulse…"

At this point, Chu Qianli guessed what had happened.

"So, you went into the river to rescue Huzi, not to… not to…" commit suicide?