Inside the Han Family's house.
A scrawny old woman sat cross-legged on the kang bed, shaking her head and muttering to herself.
The tight bun pinned to the back of her head swayed from side to side as she rocked.
Ma Ling nervously wrung the hem of her clothes, her eyes fixed on Mrs. Han.
At that moment, Elder Han was also quite tense.
The couple had been together for some thirty years and had been through thick and thin. Han Jiang could tell at a glance that something wasn't quite right with his wife.
But with Ma Ling watching from the side, Han Jiang couldn't say anything.
Suddenly, Mrs. Han stopped muttering, opened her eyes, and smiled at Ma Ling.
"Auntie!" Seeing this, Ma Ling hurried closer and asked anxiously, "How is it?"
