At 8 a.m., Nanjiang Villa.
Nanny Wu went to Madam Lai's bedroom as usual.
But upon entering, she found that Madam Lai had already woken up and was sitting upright at the dressing table.
Her hair, although loose, was neatly arranged.
"Madam, how come you are awake so early? Did you sleep well last night? By the way, we can dry chrysanthemums today. The forecast said it will be 20 degrees without rain."
As Nanny Wu spoke, she headed toward the French window, but she didn't hear any response. Just as her hand touched the curtain, Madam Lai spoke.
"Call me Little Minzi from now on. It's been a long time since anyone has called me that—how long now, 25 years? No, it should be 26 years. Nanny Wu, do you think people feel anything after they die? Do they remember the past?"
Nanny Wu: "?"
"Madam, what's wrong? Didn't you take your medicine last night? You didn't stay up all night, did you? How can your body take that?"
"What does it matter whether I take it or not?"
