Fu Sheng and I arrived at Madam Zhao's residence not long after leaving the market.
The courtyard was quiet when we stepped in, and it did not take long before someone noticed us.
One of her sons came out to receive us.
He greeted us politely before leading us inside.
"My mother is resting," he said as we walked. "Her health has not been very good these days."
I nodded slightly.
"We understand," I replied.
When we entered the room, Madam Zhao was already seated.
She looked weaker than before, and there was a slight pallor on her face.
Even her breathing seemed a little heavier than usual.
We greeted her properly before taking our seats.
"It has been a while," I said.
Madam Zhao gave a small nod.
"It has," she replied.
Before she could say more, she let out a soft cough and raised her hand slightly.
Her son stepped forward at once, but she waved him off gently.
"I am fine," she said.
Her voice was not as strong as before.
Fu Sheng spoke calmly.
