When the two arrived at the Lin Residence, they had barely stepped through the entrance before they saw the deep worry and sorrow on the steward's face.
"What's wrong? You don't look well." Judging by his breathing, Zeng Mu didn't think he was ill.
"The master... the master..." He lowered his head without finishing, merely gesturing for them to go inside the building and see.
Felman hurried over. Apparently, she knew where Ruan Fan's room was. Compared to Zeng Mu, she was far more familiar with the Lin Residence. Even after a single visit, its structure and layout would remain firmly etched in her mind. Whether this was a natural gift or an ability, no one knew.
The two quickly reached the second floor and arrived at Ruan Fan's "sickroom" by the corner.
Before they entered, they heard faint sobbing from inside.
"Hello, madam. May I come in?" Felman knocked on the door. Naturally, she had recognized Lin Lin's voice.
Lin Lin didn't answer, as though she hadn't heard her at all, a testament to the depth of her grief. People in anguish were like that, unresponsive to the world outside.
An ominous premonition settled over them. After exchanging a glance, Zeng Mu pushed the door open and saw what lay inside.
Lin Lin sat sideways on the edge of the bed, her face covered in tears. Her bright, jewel-like eyes now resembled rubies, the blood vessels within them having merged into a solid web. Even the tear tracks on her cheeks had a faint yellow tinge from all the tears she had shed.
She cradled the face of Ruan Fan, who lay on the bed. His face was a purplish green, like purple sweet potatoes and green rice cakes, without the slightest trace of life. He wasn't breathing, and