Madam Wei stepped forward, holding both of Song Ci's hands, and tremblingly bent her knees.
"Old Sister, your illness really scared me to death. Now that I know you're well, I truly had two big bowls of white noodles to thank the Bodhisattva for her blessing."
Song Ci thought, what is there to thank? Your Old Sister has already gone to serve the Buddha in the Western Heaven.
"It was all a false alarm. You are considerate." Song Ci smiled and said, "I also thought I was surely going to die, with one foot already past the gates of hell, and it seemed like someone called me back, and I just woke up."
Hearing this in broad daylight, Madam Wei felt a chill over her body and pulled a corner of her mouth, saying, "It seems the Old Sister is blessed with thick fortune. In my opinion, it's because you can't bear to leave Yuer and the others, and you need to see him married with children."
"Hmm."
