Half past five.
The parrot clock's hands moved, making a 'click' sound.
The entire hall of the Li Family was dead silent, eerily quiet to the point where even a pin drop could be heard.
Gong Qingwan sat in front of the round table, her hands tightly clenched, and before her were dishes covering the table, yet she hadn't touched a single bite for a long time.
Had it been the usual time, caring for her body and focusing on health, she would have had her meal long ago, not waiting for the two youngsters to return; but today, an unexpected scene unfolded.
Aunt He added a bowl of hot soup, placing it in front of Gong Qingwan, saying, "Madam, please have something…"
Even a little would do.
Since returning yesterday, Gong Qingwan hadn't eaten, up to now, remaining unable to think of tea or meal.
"I have no appetite." Gong Qingwan rubbed her brow, feeling a heavy oppression in her heart, saying: "Yesterday, there wasn't even a phone call. I waited an entire night…"
