Tong Xihua caught her breath, then held Lady's hand, revealing a frail smile: "Mother, do not be saddened. Your daughter anticipated this day long ago. My death is of no consequence, but pity my child!" Lady grasped Tong Xihua's hand tightly, weeping, "My child, do not speak nonsense!"
"Mother!" Tong Xihua also shed tears. The mother and daughter cried face to face for a while. Lady, fearing it would harm Tong Xihua's spirit, forced herself to hold back her tears and pressed the corner of the quilt, "Close your eyes and rest a while. I will handle the matters in the mansion!"
