The servant boy stood with his head down by the door, not daring to utter a word.
After a while, Chen Hua regained his composure and sat down firmly behind the writing desk, saying, "Go, go and bring Yu over!"
"Ah?" The servant boy raised his head doubtfully, feeling it was inappropriate, and hesitated before speaking cautiously, "Mr. Hua, I suppose Yu must be asleep by now..."
"If I tell you to go, go; what's there to discuss?" Chen Hua threw a book at the servant boy, which landed perfectly in his arms.
The servant boy returned the book and hurriedly agreed to fetch Yu.
Meanwhile, the lamp in Jingyue Hall, where Chen Qing was located, had not yet been extinguished.
Because of Yu, there was always a hint of medicinal smell in Chen Qing's courtyard. At this moment, Chen Qing was sitting by the bed, feeding medicine to Yu who was lying down.
Not far from the bedside, the candlestick cast Chen Qing's figure even thinner, and even her hand holding the spoon seemed weak and gaunt.
