Mu Chenyan was jolted awake by Ah Fu.
"Mistress, how did you fall asleep here?" "With such cold weather, the dampness in the air is the worst on the third floor!" "If you catch a cold or is affected by the damp, how am I to explain to Young Master?" "Amitabha, my grandfather's fine. If anything had happened to you, I'd be dead..."
Ah Fu babbled on and on and began to tug at the wool blanket wrapped around Mu Chenyan.
"My goodness, this is such a thin blanket and you managed to sleep with it. How cold would that have been!"
Mu Chenyan popped her head out from underneath the wool blanket, her vivid black eyes fixated on Ah Fu. Listening to her fussing about continuously, her heart was wondering, 'Didn't I lock the door in the hall?'
'How did Ah Fu come in?'
When Ah Fu saw her blur face and her eyes that were swollen like rotten peaches, she was alarmed, and she mumbled with quivering lips, "Mistress, what... happened... happened to you?"
