"Beigong Cang, I... these days have really been confusing and painful. I can't remember anything, I can't tell what's good and what's bad, and I can't even see, needing constant care from others. I don't even know what Lele looks like. You just don't understand how I feel!" Qianning poured out all her frustration, "I don't want you to work only half a day for me, nor do I want you to go trouble the Tang Family for my sake. Regarding Lele, my daughter... I... I can't even remember my own daughter. Just let me go, let me be alone. Just like... just like the past few days, staying alone in a room, not thinking about anything, just aging and dying slowly would be better."
"Qianning!" Beigong Cang yelled, interrupting her. It turned out that her heart had been in so much pain all along, and he, as a husband, hadn't noticed.
Qianning stopped talking and tried to stand up, but she stumbled over a wooden stool behind her and fell backward. "Ah!" she cried out in surprise.
