The light in the room is rather dim.
Behind the bead curtain, a middle-aged woman is seen reclining on a soft couch. Her face looks somewhat haggard, but her features resemble Baili Yuyao's by nearly eighty percent.
They must be mother and daughter.
Perhaps Baili Bingyun does not want others to see her current "frail" appearance, hence she maintains this demeanor.
"Mother."
Baili Yuyao called out.
"Where did you go? You're only coming back now?" Despite having lost mobility in half her body due to her martial arts injury, her ability to speak isn't greatly affected.
"Mother, I went to see a friend."
"Friend, how come you have a man's scent on you..." Baili Bingyun slightly lifted her head, sniffed with her nose, and angrily questioned.
"Mother, this friend of mine is a woman, you are overthinking." Baili Yuyao hurriedly explained.
