The room was thick with the stench of blood. Everywhere Wufu looked, basins of bloody water still lay on the ground, not yet taken away, chilling her to the bone.
To give birth and lose so much blood—no wonder it made one's heart tremble.
"A woman giving birth walks once past the Ghost Gate Pass"—the saying suddenly echoed in Wufu's mind, making her shiver all over.
"Miss." Purple Jade came over, eyes reddened. Seeing how thin she'd become, her face white as snow, her heart ached all the more.
Wufu went to Madam Zhou's bedside and knelt, taking her hand. Even though several braziers were burning in the room, her hand was still icy, icy cold.
"Mother, I'm back!" Wufu wrapped her hands around hers, forcing a smile to her lips.
The woman on the bed had sunken cheeks, disheveled hair, and vacant eyes. The color of her face was a dull blue-gray, her lips were cracked; the whole person was like a flower already withered, stubbornly clinging to the branch, refusing to fall.
