Cheng Yanqing walked over to Shen Lan and started to massage her shoulders. His eyes were filled with concern, "You must be exhausted from last night, aren't you? Let me massage your shoulder for you. The bed at grandfather's place can be quite hard."
With Cheng Yanqing massaging her shoulders, Shen Lan felt much better.
She had only slept on it for one night but her grandfather slept on such a hard bed every single evening. He was already so aged, how could he bear it?
Her heart ached with empathy and she quickly stood up, "Yanqing, let's go to town later and buy a new bed for grandfather... this bed is just too hard."
"It's not suitable for sleeping at all."
Cheng Yanqing gently nodded, in complete agreement. He too felt sympathy for these poorer folks.
While they, the wealthy, lived in comfort, those without money endured a lifetime of hardship, with even meals being a worry.
"Alright, let's go buy it at noon."
