Today, the skies cleared, and the courtyard was piled with last night's fallen snow, crunching loudly underfoot.
Shen Yinning entered the side room. The room was unheated, cold as an ice cave.
Madam Zhang lay alone on the bed, countless blood-stained cloth strips scattered on the ground. It was obvious Shen Yunxi had not sent for a doctor to stop her bleeding.
Shen Yinning stood by the bed.
The snowlight streaming through the window reflected on her cheeks, casting a jade-like luster.
She smiled gently. "Madam Zhang."
Madam Zhang barely managed to open a sliver of her eye, muttering something from her throat, yet unable to produce any clear sound.
