Song Jinning's two personal caretakers were called Auntie Xing and Auntie You. Gu Nianzhi remembered their names clearly; she had met them once.
"I don't know. Why don't you ask her?" Huo Shaoheng did not look up from his fried rice. He was offering Gu Nianzhi a chance to talk to Song Jinning privately.
Gu Nianzhi quickly finished her porridge and left the kitchen to look for Song Jinning.
She walked about the rooms, and finally found Song Jinning in a small bedroom.
Song Jinning was wrapped in a large triangular shawl embroidered with the flowers of a Chinese crabapple tree. She stood before the window, staring vacantly at the sky outside.
The bedroom was tiny. The ceiling was low, and the furnishings took up most of the space. Everything looked expensive, but it was simply too much for the senses: the room felt stuffy and oppressive.
