"Yuan'er, my dear Yuan'er, you have finally come."
Mrs. Cui's eyes were swollen and red like peaches.
Grabbing Qin Yuan's hands, the skin was dull, veins protruding, no longer as fair and lustrous as before, evidently accumulating quite a bit of resentment in her heart.
"Mother, don't panic. How is my sister?" Qin Yuan's voice was very soft.
Mrs. Cui choked with greater intensity, suppressing sobs: "Wan'er, Wan'er, I'm afraid the situation is dire for her."
Qin Yuan spoke no more, heading straight into Qin Wan's room.
Mrs. Cui wiped her tears and followed behind.
Mrs. Lin turned her eyes and began to wail: "Oh heavens, what sins has our Lin Family committed? Ever since my daughter-in-law married in, there hasn't been peace.
Now my son is gravely ill, and my daughter-in-law can't even save a child.
Oh, child's father, you in the underworld, please protect us orphans and widows."
