When Song Zhiqing woke from his coma, it was the end of the hour of chen on the second day of the new year, a day when women returned to visit their maternal homes. Upon hearing Song Zhiqing's situation, his aunts hurried over either to visit or console Lu.
And Lu?
Her face remained cold, especially towards Song Zi, to whom she had no warmth at all, paying no heed to her consolation.
Song Zi found it odd; her brother ended up in this state, yet it wasn't her doing, so why did her sister-in-law look at her with such bitterness and hatred?
Jiang accompanied Song Zi, and considering Lu's presence, with the younger generation all there, it wasn't appropriate to say much.
Just then, Song Lingzhou noticed Song Zhiqing's finger move, and his eyes began to move beneath his eyelids.
"Father is waking up. Mother, father is waking up."
Lu glanced over indifferently, unmoved.
Seeing this, Song Zi's heart sank. Could there be more to this affair involving her brother?
