After Aunt Huang had somewhat calmed down her emotions, she started to scream and cry again, "How, how, how could this happen... What should we do now."
While crying, Aunt Huang called out Mother He's name, trying to wake her from her coma.
And then, in the next moment, Jiang Yi picked up a nondescript silk scarf from the corner, tearing it forcibly. A ripping sound, "zzzzzt," echoed as the scarf was torn in two in her hands.
"Move away."
Jiang Yi pushed Aunt Huang aside, then lifted her leg and stepped onto the bed.
Kneeling on one leg next to Mother He, she quickly pulled off the quilt covering her, indeed, the wrist hidden beneath the quilt was relentlessly bleeding.
"Ah—"
The sight nearly made Aunt Huang scream in horror.
At the same time, hurried footsteps could be heard on the stairs.
Without having to think about it, the woman downstairs couldn't sit still any longer, drawn up by Aunt Huang's piercing screams.
