"Let's go later, your grandma would think I'm bullying you if she sees you like this." Si Mo took Xia Yiwan to the bathroom.
He washed the towel with warm water and gently wiped away her tear stains.
All the doubts, unease, and sadness in Si Mo's heart were swept away by her tears.
Xia Yiwan struggled to control her sadness and forced out a slight smile.
After about fifteen minutes, when her emotions had calmed down, Xia Yiwan went to her grandma's room.
The professional rehabilitation therapist had just completed last night's training session with her grandma, and a maid helped her take a bath and was now blow-drying her hair.
As Guijie was overwhelmed by the tasks, Si Mo had hired a special caregiver to look after her grandma.
Upon seeing Xia Yiwan enter, a hint of joy crossed the old lady's face.
"Wanwan." The elderly voice was full of tenderness.
Xia Yiwan stepped forward, took the hair dryer from the maid's hand: "You can take a rest, I'll blow dry grandma's hair."
