The rain had been falling for three straight days. Mist hung thick in the air outside. The old residence was built many years ago, and as a result, the floors inside were perpetually damp.
On the morning of the third day, the rain finally stopped. However, the sky remained overcast, looking as if it could start pouring again at any moment.
Ye Chutang brewed some medicine and gave it to Xiao Wu.
Her fever had broken, but she still had a bit of a cough.
After Xiao Wu finished the bowl of bitter, brown medicinal soup, Ye Chutang would always hand her a piece of candied fruit.
Xiao Wu was easy to please. Sucking on the sweet candied fruit, she gave Ye Chutang a brilliant smile, showing little sign of her illness.
KNOCK KNOCK—
Hearing the knock, Ye Chutang looked up, feeling a little puzzled.
They had been back for several days. Everyone knew they had returned to move the ancestral graves and pay their respects, so no one had come to disturb them.
