Shen Yiqiu pondered for a moment, "Aunt Fan's house is indeed nice, and it's close to ours, it's just her temperament..." When she got to the end, she hesitated as she looked toward Mrs. An.
Mrs. An, with hair that had partially gone gray, was being supported to sit against the wall on the small bed near the room's edge. Perhaps it had been some time since she had chatted with others; she seemed very enthusiastic about her eldest daughter-in-law's family, vigorously analyzing the housing situation in and around the courtyard for Yang PeiMin.
