Wang Guixiang lay on the cold cement floor, her eyes tightly shut, the corners of her mouth twitching slightly.
The room remained still.
Gu Zhen Guo sat on the chair, his face ashen, not even glancing at Wang Guixiang on the ground. Qin Jian Country and Qin Jianjun, father and son, one rubbed his hands anxiously, the other puckered his lips indifferently, neither considering helping.
The chill of the cement floor seeped through the thin fabric into the bones.
"Cough."
A gentle cough broke the impasse.
Lin Wan Yi picked up the enamel cup on the table, pouring herself half a cup of warm water. The jade bracelet on her wrist glimmered like a spring pool under the light.
She blew the steam from the surface, looking at Qin Jian Country with appropriate concern in her voice: "Uncle, what's wrong with Aunt? Collapsing suddenly, could it be an acute illness?"
Qin Jian Country stammered: "She... she's angered by you! She has an old heartache problem!"
