Mei Qingdai walked in, weeping like a pear blossom drenched in rain, as if she had suffered a great injustice.
Wei Zhuhua frowned slightly, put down the bowl of medicine, and looked at the woman she hadn't seen for days.
She seemed much more haggard and thin, her complexion even paler, with dark circles under her eyes.
Mei Qingdai used to love beauty so much, always exquisitely dressed and pretty, but now she's like a flower past its season, withering and wilting.
Mei Qingdai rushed to the bedside of the old lady, covering her face and crying out, "Aunt Grandmother, you must stand up for Qingdai, please wake up!"
Her crying was heart-wrenching, making everyone who heard feel a pang in their hearts.
The old lady lying on the bed was silent, and Mei Qingdai cried even more sadly.
