She helped Jian Qingying wash her feet. This method of soaking had to be paired with a foot massage to obtain the best results. Her gaze was retracted, and she did not mind that Jian Qingying's feet were dirty. This was a pitiful woman, a mother who had been searching for her daughter for years. However, she froze when the familiar scent of the herbs.
She thought of that man, but that only made her hate him more.
Tack! It was like something had fallen into the basin. She lowered her eyes, unwilling to let anyone know that she was crying. Crying was never the solution to any problems.
Jian Qingying got a little sleepy at this point. She had not slept well in years, and she really was tired from her long flight back home.
Xia Ruoxin helped Jian Qingying lie down and put the blanket over her. When she left with the basin, she ran into Lu Ke'en who was about to enter.
