"I'll go take a look." Xiqiu said softly to Zhou Bohan, "Don't worry." She wiped her tears as she spoke.
Zhou Bohan did not get up, overwhelmed with grief, unable to speak, and merely nodded towards Xiqiu. Madam Ruan held Xiqiu's hand and, choking on her words, said, "I'll have to trouble you..."
Xiqiu said nothing, patted Madam Ruan's hand, and her gaze fell briefly on the lifeless Zhou, lying on the bed. She lowered her eyes and quickly stepped out of the room, passing by the maids and servants kneeling and weeping, with Bihuai supporting her as she headed onto the corridor leading to Tong Xiyan's room.
Snowflakes drifted in from outside, falling on the hem of Xiqiu's dress. Furrowing her brow tightly, she turned back and said to Nanny Rong, "Everyone is in disarray right now. Go check on Madam Ruan to see if there's anything you can help with."
"Yes." Nanny Rong stopped, turned around, and went back to Zhou's room.
