Nan Wan went to the kitchen to get a cup, while Pea climbed upstairs. After Nan Wan poured the milk and carried the glass upstairs, Pea ran up to her and softly said, "Mommy, Aunt seems to be crying."
The bedroom door was ajar, and the sound of a woman's restrained sobbing came through.
Very low, very low.
There was no one else in this villa, and no pets. If it weren't so quiet, no one would have heard a thing.
Through the crack in the door, Nan Wan saw the following scene:
The lights were off, and the silvery snow outside the window cast a faint glow, preventing the room from being completely engulfed in darkness.
The person sitting at the head of the bed had their arms wrapped around their knees, their body curled up into a small bundle.
The light was too dim for Nan Wan to see details, and she couldn't even hear a bit of crying.
