Indeed, her body was becoming increasingly frail. Wen Jinjin had once thought of herself as a skilled doctor and wondered if she could help Tang Rao upon her return. But then she shook her head, mocking herself: "Given my condition, I talk about helping Tang Rao, yet I'm unsure if I can even survive."
Her forehead beaded with fine sweat, and to avoid looking too disheveled, she merely wiped the sweat off her face with a handkerchief.
Finally, there was movement at the door. The people standing outside wore joyful smiles. If they had known this gesture would work, they would have done it sooner and wouldn't have had to wait until now.
But as Wen Jinjin leaned against the door and emerged, their faces instantly became as grim as dirt.
