"Aunt Cuihua." The next afternoon, Su Qing heard a knock on the door. When she opened it, she saw Aunt Cuihua had come over.
After they returned from the Pond yesterday, Cheng Beilin had been fine during the day. Su Qing had cooked the fish they'd caught, making a braised black carp and a steamed silver carp. The two of them had enjoyed a wonderful meal. But that night, Cheng Beilin had a nightmare. The day's events must have given her a bit of a scare, because when she woke up this morning, she was listless and lacking energy.
Seeing Cheng Beilin so lethargic, Su Qing decided not to go out. The two of them stayed home to rest.
She hadn't expected Aunt Cuihua to show up in the afternoon.
"I didn't see either of you over at the Pond, so I figured you weren't going to watch the commotion," Aunt Cuihua said as she entered the house. Seeing how pale Cheng Beilin's face was, she asked in surprise, "Oh my, Xiao Lin, what's wrong with you? Didn't you sleep well last night?"
