Bai Yuesheng suddenly realized, "I was wondering why the inkstand Brother Wen uses looked so familiar. I thought to myself, could it be my Clear Mud Inkstone? I've been glancing at it for over a month, but since it's usually locked up in the Lu Family's house, I felt it would be impolite to examine it closely."
"What use is an inkstand? You can't eat it or drink it. When you're at your wit's end, surviving is what's most important."
The elderly lady said this to her husband, then held Feng Qingxue's hand and kept shaking it, unable to hide her joy at meeting her life-saving benefactor.