Chen Rong looked up.
She was met with the young maid’s empathic eyes. She smiled, looked down again and quietly said, “I’m not tired.” Her voice had started to turn hoarse.
She was too anxious, but today was already the second day.
What she did that day could only keep her safe through tonight. But could it tomorrow and the night after?
“We’ll help you,” the younger maid offered.
Chen Rong’s eyes lit up as she nodded her head vigorously: “Yes? Thank you, thank you.”
The maid shook her head: “Don’t mention it.” She looked to the older servant.