Mrs. Ma's face was a bit pale, but after drinking the gentle milk poured by You Ye, she looked somewhat better—a person her age, having witnessed such a shocking scene on the deck, was naturally frightened quite a bit.
"Are you feeling better?" Luo Qiu asked softly.
"I was really scared." Mrs. Ma rubbed her forehead and shook her head, "I didn't expect it to be so terrifying... I don't know who could have done something so cruel."
As she spoke, Mrs. Ma took off the prayer beads from her hand, holding them with her fingers and muttering a few lines from the Heart Sutra—Luo Qiu knew Mrs. Ma had believed in Buddhism for years, though she wasn't a devout follower.
It was more a way to cultivate calm and nurture herself.
But this seemed more effective than the cup of milk. Mrs. Ma now smiled and said, "Luo Qiu, I'm fine, you don't need to worry about me. Must be pretty boring for you to stay here with me, right?"
