At the Kang family's home, only Ming Mei was dining alone at the lunch table. Although she felt hungry, she still didn't want to eat.
Zhao watched her with concern and asked, "Is something troubling you, Young Madam?"
Ming Mei nodded, "Yeah, Kang Chen is probably sick. He doesn't want me to worry and is stubbornly holding on. I don't know how he's faring."
When Kang Chen spoke, although his voice was hoarse, as if there was something wrong with his throat, upon closer listen, his voice was very weak, lacking breath support.
Zhao comforted Ming Mei, "Perhaps you are overthinking it. The young master is so busy now; it's normal for him not to come back."
Ming Mei poked at the rice in her bowl with her chopsticks, "I hope so..."
...
Kang Chen's illness truly embodied the saying, 'Illness arrives like a crashing mountain, and leaves like pulling silk.'
