Yi Zhuo had been gone for about five minutes, and she had stood frozen in place for about the same time.
Lowering her eyes, she felt the silence was profound—a stillness in all things.
The door creaked open. Chang Xuyu, clutching a prescription in one hand and a bag of freshly collected Chinese medicine in the other, walked in slowly.
"Mom, I'm sorry. Today was all my fault. Let me warm your medicine first."
Her voice was very soft.
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