"Sir, when you're not here, Madam can hardly eat." Aunt Zhao said as she walked.
"Aunt Zhao, is Xiao Lang doing okay?" Jiang Xiaobai was most concerned about Moron's condition.
Aunt Zhao sighed and said, "Alas, that poor child Xiao Lang, his mobility gets worse by the day. Now, he can hardly hold chopsticks steady sometimes."
Hearing this news, even though Jiang Xiaobai had been prepared for it, his heart still felt somewhat heavy.
"Madam is upstairs telling Xiao Lang a story. Should I call her down?" Aunt Zhao asked.
"No, I'll go up and find her myself."
Moron's room was on the second floor. Jiang Xiaobai went upstairs along the staircase. He quickly reached Moron's room, gently pushed the door open, and saw Qin Xianglian sitting by the bed.
Moron had already fallen asleep, while Qin Xianglian was sitting by the bed, wiping her tears. She didn't even notice Jiang Xiaobai entering.
"Aunt."
