Tong Shen Zhi's gaze flickered as he looked at the open door, suddenly letting out a sigh of relief: "That's good!" He led the way into the room.
The room was not large and was very simply furnished. Besides two red-lacquered wardrobes, there was a screen with flowers, grass, fish, and insects. A few changes of clothes were draped over the screen, and in the main area was a large bed with curtain hooks in the form of two huge wild boars baring their tusks, giving a playful touch full of child-like mischief. All the furnishings were visible at a glance.
Tong Minzhi was not sleeping soundly. Although his complexion remained pale, there were no signs of fever. He lay there, fragile as a porcelain doll.
"Since Seventh Brother is fine, you should return early," Tong Shen Zhi suddenly turned to look at her, gesturing at her clothes: "It's been a tiring night; go back and rest, you still need to visit Mother."