In Baijie Hall, the lights were aglow.
The maid standing outside the door didn't even dare to greet anyone, just lowered her head and lifted the beaded curtain.
Du Yunluo stepped in.
Madam Wu lay slanted on the Arhat Bed, more than half of the ice basins in the room had been removed, leaving only two. The Old Madam was covered with a thick quilt, her face pale.
Mrs. Zhou was serving tea and water.
Mu Yuanjing sat on a chair, Mu Lianyu kneeled, while Lady An was collapsed on the ground.
"You've arrived?" Madam Wu patted the bedside, saying, "Sit down."
Du Yunluo obediently sat down.
The Western clock ticked, the light of the oil lamp flickered. Mrs. Zhou trimmed the wick with scissors, not sparing a glance at the three people.
After a quarter of an hour, amidst the sound of rain, hurried footsteps emerged.
Mu Yuanmou rushed in, rainwater sprinkled on his hair, his body mostly wet. He didn't bother to greet Madam Wu, but instead kicked towards Mu Lianyu.
