She finished eating and went to sleep.
...
With an extra person at home, Song Qin naturally knew. Standing at the doorway, she glanced at the woman, then turned and asked Lin Qiao, "Qiao'er, who is it?"
"Aunt Xu, someone I knew before." Lin Qiao wasn't hiding anything from her; she just didn't know how to explain all this.
And honestly, it wasn't anything good.
Upon hearing this, Song Qin didn't ask further questions. Instead, she looked at the woman and said compassionately, "Girl, come out for a walk, it's stuffy inside."
The woman didn't respond but neither did she avoid her. Lin Qiao felt that she seemed much better today.
Lin Qiao brought in some water, wrung out a wet cloth, and wiped the woman's face. Originally thinking the dirt was from something she touched, it turned out not to be. Her face itself was bruised, seemingly from being slapped over time.
It was hard to imagine the injuries on her body.
