"Aunty," a familiar voice suddenly called out to Song Changwen.
With her thoughts interrupted, Song Changwen immediately started walking toward Xi Xia who was approaching her. "Xiaxia, why aren't you asleep yet?"
As Xi Xia was wearing a thin layer of pyjamas, coupled with the fact that they were surrounded by harsh elements of nature, Song Changwen was worried that she might catch a cold. Hence, she immediately escorted Xi Xia into the house.
As the two sat down on the couch, Xi Xia picked up a slice of cantaloupe with her fork from a beautifully decorated platter of fruits for Song Changwen. "I prepared the fruit platter earlier. I was waiting for you to come home," Xi Xia said softly in a hoarse voice as she smiled.
The sight of Xi Xia being weak and feeble made Song Changwen feel even more hurt and guilty.
