Yun Shiying's body swayed as he left Niu Erzhuang's home, hastily heading toward Madam Luo's estate.
After he left.
Niu Erzhuang's frail daughter, Niu Qiuxiu, was waiting in her room as usual for her father to bring her medicine.
However, today was different.
Time ticked away, past the usual hour when her father should have brought medicine, but no one came. A growing unease filled Niu Qiuxiu's heart, a foreboding premonition rising within her. She bit her lip, summoning what little strength she had to crawl out of bed.
Shuffling in her worn-out shoes, she staggered toward her father's room. Each step seemed to exhaust her entire body. When she finally stood before her father's door, her trembling hand reached slowly for the handle, giving it a gentle push.
The door opened, and a strong scent of blood hit her immediately.
