With trembling fingers, Mrs. Sheng grabbed the teapot from the table and poured it directly into her mouth, not bothering to use a cup.
After several gulps, Mrs. Sheng finally regained a bit of composure, her eyes gradually calming down. She picked up her bag from beside her and walked out swiftly.
Upon returning to the Sheng Family's old house, Mr. Sheng was sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper. Their eyes briefly met in the air but quickly avoided each other's gaze.
Like two strangers, the servants of the Sheng Family's old house were already used to such situations and pretended not to see anything.
Mrs. Sheng went upstairs, took a small box from the bed, covered in dust, clearly not opened for a long time. She slowly opened it, disregarding the dust, and took out a few photos, one of which was half-burned.
