Qin Yu rushed in; he hadn't meant to—it was just that he heard his aunt's cry earlier, and it was heart-wrenchingly urgent.
He immediately panicked and ran over without much thought.
He arrived just in time to see his aunt checking for breath, and of course, he saw the blood at the corner of the ghostly pale face… It looked somewhat frightening.
And, believe it or not, it froze him in his tracks.
Could his uncle have… passed away?
If that were true, how heartbroken would his elder sister-in-law be?
A voice of joy interrupted his chaotic thoughts.
"Oh my, he's still alive… truly a blessing from heaven…" Madam Rong was on the verge of tears with relief.
Although the breathing was faint, she still felt it.
What a relief.
Qin Yu was happy too; it was good that he was alive.
Otherwise, such a kind aunt… and the ever-so-kind elder sister-in-law would be grieving.
