Up to now, I've seen quite a few corpses, and of course, I can tell the difference between "sleeping like they're dead" and "dying as if asleep." Though Zhu Jiu lay motionless, her complexion was rosy, and her breathing was steady. She had the warmth of a living person, and you could hear the sound of her heartbeat. She was undeniably alive.
Zhu Shi and Mr. Zhu both breathed a huge sigh of relief. I wasn't sure if I should feel disappointed. A normal sense of morality told me that I should be congratulating the fact that my friend's mother was still alive. Though I wasn't one to strictly conform to normal moral standards, I couldn't help but feel ashamed of my dark thoughts and knew that it wasn't the right time to let such feelings spoil the mood.
We all stepped forward together, gathering around Zhu Jiu's bedside. There was a complex look in Little Bowl's eyes as she looked down at Zhu Jiu's face, seemingly bewildered.
