Ran Yan had someone bring a flint, lighting the square lantern.
It was as if, over these years, nothing had changed, the square lantern before her, the round hu-bed beneath her, the scrolls beside her.
Observing the two familiar figures who walked through the door, Ran Yan looked them over carefully and noticed that the Zhou mother and son were well-dressed and seemed to be living a decent life; their demeanor was still proper, as if it was natural to them.
"Lady Liang."
The mother and son bowed in greeting.
"No need for such formalities, please have a seat. Wan Lu, bring some tea." Ran Yan felt inexplicably happy, even though she and the Zhou mother and son did not share deep bonds.
With concern, Mrs. Zhou said, "I heard that you had been injured, Madam. These past few days I've been anxious, but feared disturbing your rest. Thinking that you must have recovered by now, I came to visit. I hope you won't be upset for my delayed visit."
