The next day, Lady Li was worried sick about her family's illness, and for someone who seldom fell ill like her, this time the illness was quite severe.
Zhulan looked at Lady Li, who had become noticeably haggard overnight, "You're not one to hide things. It must have been hard for you not to mention your family all this time."
That suppression in her heart had kindled a fire, and the illness had flared violently; overnight, blisters had even sprouted on her skin.
Blisters formed around Lady Li's nose, and her mouth was so sore that even a slight movement caused pain. She said pitifully, "My mother has more to worry about, I didn't want to add to her concerns."
Zhulan honestly was not worried about the war in the Dongbei. Alas, knowing too much is also loneliness; she couldn't talk about it and it made her anxious, "From now on, don't keep things bottled up, just speak your mind."
Lady Li's eyes welled with tears as she nodded, "Mhm."
