"Miss Shu." Aunt Liu emerged, looking noticeably older than two years ago. Her condition seemed poor, and when she smiled at Shu Jiao, it seemed more like her skin was being pulled than a genuine smile.
She gestured for Shu Jiao to come in, with a double entendre: "Please come in, my mistress has been waiting for you for a long time."
Shu Jiao let out a snort of laughter. Even though she was brought here forcibly, she showed no sign of fear, walked in with her chest held high.
As soon as she stepped through the villa door, Shu Jiao smelled a strong aroma of incense, so intense it seemed to have permeated the entire house.
Shu Jiao frowned, and Aunt Liu, as if understanding her thoughts, explained in a low voice, "My mistress is compassionate and devout, but her health is not good, so she can only burn incense inside these years."
Compassionate?
