The shopkeeper stared intently.
That madam had a thin figure. She was wearing a light purple wide-sleeved dress and a veil and bamboo hat. She looked weak. She panted three times with every step she took. The shopkeeper saw that she was walking slowly and was anxious for her, afraid that the wind outside would blow her away.
"Ahem." When she brushed past the shopkeeper, this madam coughed weakly. The shopkeeper almost instinctively made way. "Madam, please!" He was so afraid that he would accidentally bump into her and kill her.
"Thank you." Madam Jiang thanked him sickly and crossed the threshold with the help of her husband, Yu Shaoqing, into the inn.
