The people coming and going, the hurried footsteps, and the suppressed, low breathing — nothing else could be heard.
When had they ever felt like this before? Someone immediately recalled that it was the last time the mistress gave birth to Young Master Zhi. It was also so silent, so stifling one almost wanted to gasp for breath...
"Third Brother." Young Master Zhi ran over from the backyard, stood at the door of the room, and with his innocent, unknowing eyes, asked, "Why are you standing here? Mother is back. Let's go find her."
Young Master Min's hand was tugged by Young Master Zhi, his body trembled briefly, like a sapling with broken roots, he suddenly fell to the ground.
"Young Master Min!" Someone hurriedly came to support him, but he waved them off and tightly held onto Young Master Zhi's hand.
