Shen You'an took out a silver needle, channeling True Qi from within her body. The silver needle quivered slightly, emitting a faint, sharp hum—clear and piercing.
She returned the silver needle to its place, tucked the corners of the thin and stiff blanket for the elderly couple. The blanket offered little warmth against the cold. Shen You'an's gaze darkened as she stood up.
A hand suddenly grabbed her.
Shen You'an turned around.
The elderly lady asked cautiously, "Are... are you leaving?"
Shen You'an sat back down and tucked her in again. "I'm not leaving."
A look of struggle appeared on the old woman's face. At last, she slowly released her grip on Shen You'an's hand and lay back down.
"You should leave."
Shen You'an smiled faintly and stood up to leave the room.
The old woman turned over, reached out to stroke the old man's face, her fingers hovering under his nose, feeling the faint life in each breath. She let out a sigh of relief.
