Once the family banquet ended, Song Zhicheng followed his elder brother into the study for a conversation. The two brothers each held a cup of tea as they sat in front of the desk, and before Song Zhiyuan lay a stack of documents, all collected and organized by Song Zhicheng.
"Elder brother, is mother really doing well? She seems to not remember things," Song Zhicheng frowned as he looked at his older brother, his usual carefree demeanor in Chunhui Hall completely gone.
Song Zhiyuan, flipping through the stack of documents, looked up at these words and said, "She's had a stroke, causing memory loss. The longer it goes on, the more she'll forget."
Song Zhicheng's expression changed.
"Elder brother, this..."
Song Zhiyuan pursed his lips and said, "Lu Courtyard's doctor says there's nothing we can do about it. Forgetting things is still better than being bedridden and unable to care for herself, and more than..."
