The whole family gathered around the dinner table, relishing in the warmth of the meal. Wu Yifei, fueled by the joy of her son's visit and the presence of the esteemed Star Disciple, Yang Wei, spared no effort in preparing the grandest feast. With the assistance of her daughters, they arranged the spread.
Just as they were about to sit down.
*COUGH! COUGH!!*
A heavy cough came from Wu Xinqi, alarming everyone.
Blood tainted her trembling palm as she tried to conceal it.
"Wu Xinqi, are you alright?" Wu Yifei rushed to her side, concern etched on her face as she examined the bloodstained hand.
"Y... Yes, *chuckle* I'm completely fine mommy!"
"No, you should rest; your condition seems to be worsening."
