When Madam Lu woke up, the face she saw was Mama Zhou's. She tugged at the corner of her mouth and said, "Mama, I just had a nightmare."
As soon as she said this, tears rolled down from the corners of her eyes.
Mama Zhou sobbed aloud, wiping her eyes with the back of her hand.
Oh, her madam, she's so pitiful. She's only a few years old and already widowed, it's too bitter.
"Mama, why are you crying?" Madam Lu slowly got up, noticing that all her hair accessories were gone, even her favorite golden hairpin had been removed and replaced with a silver hairpin.
"Madam, what are you going to do?" Mama Zhou held her tightly and cried bitterly.
Madam Lu was somewhat at a loss, wanting to say something, but as soon as she opened her mouth, tears streamed freely.
Her heart ached terribly.
"Mother." Song Lingzhou cried as he rushed in.
