Upon entering the door, Shen Qing saw a burly figure and his steps unconsciously paused, lowering his head respectfully and saying, "Uncle."
The light in the side room was dim, with just a few weak rays of sunlight streaming through the partially open window, spottily casting onto the rough wooden furniture.
It had been more than ten days since Aunt Shen Xiu had miscarried. Lying in bed, her face was as pale as paper, her eyes were empty, and she appeared extremely weak.
Hall Master Li Linfeng of Linfeng Hall was sitting by the bed. He heard Shen Qing's greeting, nodded in acknowledgment, and said nothing more.
The air was filled with an indescribable sense of oppression.
The room was so quiet that only the faint breathing of Aunt Shen Xiu could be heard.
Li Linfeng commanded the maid Dongxue, "The water in the copper basin has gotten cold, go change it for a hot one."
"Yes, master."
