Du Yunluo followed Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Zhen into Yanxi Hall.
She remembered that the last time she was here, Yanxi Hall was filled with laughter, and the maids and old women had joyful expressions on their faces. But this time, everyone wore a solemn countenance, their heads bowed as they went about their tasks.
Upon stepping into the main room, Old Mrs. Hou lay on the Arhat Bed in the corner, looking exhausted.
Mrs. Zhen rushed over to Old Mrs. Hou, holding her hand, unable to utter a word as she choked back her sobs.
Old Mrs. Hou patted Mrs. Zhen's back, trying to speak, but it turned into a few coughs instead.
Mrs. Wang's daughter, Zhen Wenqi, quickly brought over some tea, helping Old Mrs. Hou drink.
Du Yunluo stood quietly to the side, unblinkingly watching her grandmother.
