The next morning Auntie Gu noticed it was already 9am and Tang Xue Mei wasn't downstairs yet, a frown creasing her forehead.
The house was unusually quiet, with no sign of Tang Xue Mei, who typically rose early. Concern growing, Auntie Gu decided to check on the Tang Xue Mei, especially mindful of her delicate condition.
She climbed the stairs, her slippered feet making soft sounds on the steps. Reaching Tang Xue Mei's door, she paused, listening for any movement inside. Hearing nothing, she gently knocked. "Young Madam? Are you alright?"
When no answer came, Auntie Gu carefully opened the door and peered inside. The room was still dark, curtains drawn against the morning light. As her eyes adjusted, she spotted a figure huddled under the blankets on the bed.
