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Meanwhile, at Nanjiang Villa.
Madam Lai's dinner was as light as usual, just a bowl of rice porridge and two plates of plain stir-fried vegetables.
Half an hour earlier, Li Zihan had gone to the hospital to accompany Uncle Yuan Feng. During this time, he had been running back and forth, and Madam Lai saw it all, which pained her heart.
If only Zishen could come over!
Madam Lai thought to herself, and slowly made her way to the upstairs study. Practicing calligraphy before bed had become a must-do for her over the years.
Otherwise, how could she get through the long nights? She didn't want to take those medications anymore.
Madam Lai entered the study, picked up the brush, and began practicing her calligraphy. Her characters were strong and forceful, each stroke appearing naturally.
Here, she could immerse herself in her own world, enjoying a sense of tranquility and peace.
