Actually, he couldn't say that it was unfamiliar.
Fang Chengyu had lived with his mother since he was young. When he was five years old, he wanted to move to a separate courtyard but got sick. Lady Fang looked after him herself, so he lived with her until he was ten.
When he was ten, he moved to his own courtyard, and since then four years had passed.
He turned his head away from the bed.
There were only two lanterns in the room, but they were dazzling to the eye.
"Chengyu, are you awake?" Lady Fang, much to her delight, saw him awake.
Fang Chengyu did not have the strength to speak. He could only look at his mother and give her a consoling smile.
"It’s fine, don’t move," she answered. "Do you want to drink some water?"
She picked up a warm cup of water from the table next to the bed, dipped some cloth, and slowly dripped water onto his pale lips.
