The butler Ling also heard the commotion and hurried over.
The young maid, timid and frightened, cried, "Butler Ling, I don't know what happened, I knocked on the door, and the fourth young madam didn't answer."
Butler Ling also knocked on the door, "Chaomu, Chaomu."
Xu Chaomu still gave no response; she felt so distressed, a clenching pain in her chest, so intense, so severe...
She heard someone knocking, but her body was weak, as if her soul had been stripped away, leaving her nothing more than an empty shell...
"Fourth young madam!" Butler Ling called out again.
Still receiving no response, she had someone kick the door open! The door was locked from the inside, and breaking it down made a loud noise.
Xu Chaomu lay quietly on the wicker chair, pale as death, without a hint of color in her face, her lips also pale as paper.
Her hand pressed tightly against her chest, yet the pain there was still so violent.
"Chaomu, what's wrong with you?" Butler Ling was startled.
