"Ah Zhen, it's been a month since Fifth Sister left. Have there been any letters?" Ning Yumei suddenly asked, setting the ginseng tea she was holding back onto the stone table, a few lines of worry creeping onto her forehead.
In the deep bamboo grove, the branches and leaves gently swayed. It was supposed to be a time of leisure and pleasure, yet Ning Yumei's heart was unsettled.
Since Ning Yumei's health had improved significantly, it was no problem for her to walk around by herself, and Ah Chen rarely had time to sit with her. She cared deeply about these sisters of the Commissioner, ensuring they were all healthy and well-cared for before she could focus on other matters.
