The sun had not yet set, but the stuffy, airless room was already dim.
The heavy scent of medicine filled the air.
Mrs. Shen was half-reclined in the arms of her mother, Mrs. Li, her sorrowful gaze fixed on the door.
Finally, the door was pushed open.
Mrs. Shen's eyes suddenly lit up. Her face was abnormally flushed, no longer the sickly white of before.
She had been clinging to life, waiting for the person she needed to see. This was the final burst of energy before the end.
The bustling household doctors exchanged a look, bowed to Mrs. Li, and filed out of the room together.
Only the three of them remained in the room.
Mrs. Li looked at her granddaughter, her expression icy. "Kneel!" she demanded in a hoarse voice.
Cui Lingyao walked to the bedside and knelt without hesitation.
"Yaoyao..."
Mrs. Shen reached for her daughter.
Her fingers were withered and frail.
Tears streamed down Cui Lingyao's face the moment she took her mother's hand.
"Don't cry,"
