The next morning, Pan Lanfang's voice echoed from the courtyard.
"Sis, what are you doing here? You didn't even say you were coming."
Jiang Silu peeked out her window and saw an old woman with graying hair standing in the courtyard. She was wearing a dark gray cotton-padded jacket and holding a cloth bag, talking with Pan Lanfang.
The old woman's face was deeply wrinkled, but she was in high spirits and spoke in a loud voice.
"I came to see you. I heard you took a fall, but I've been too busy to visit. I finally had some free time today." The old woman placed the cloth bag on the stone table and dusted off her hands.
Pan Lanfang took her hand, then turned and shouted toward the house, "Silu, Sifan, your great-aunt is here!"
Jiang Silu hurried downstairs, and Jiang Sifan came out of his room.
Wen Wan followed behind him, looking a little reserved.
"Great-Aunt." Jiang Silu walked over and greeted her with a smile.
