After coming back from the cemetery, Liao Wan had fallen ill.
The person who had promised to take care of Shen Xian's meals thrice a day quickly wasted away to a shadow of her former self. Shen Xian, who was supposed to be resting in bed, became the caregiver, keeping vigil by Liao Wan's bedside daily, talking with her and urging her to eat.
"Xianxian, you're still injured, you don't need to worry about me, you should rest properly." Liao Wan's voice was hoarse, her face bearing an expression of fatigue as she watched Shen Xian wheeling over the small electric chair with a fruit platter for her, weakly persuading her.
"My injuries are nothing serious," Shen Xian said. "The doctor mentioned that I need to start moving around gradually. It only takes three to five minutes to get from my place to yours, hardly counts as exercise."
Shen Xian passed over the fruit platter she had prepared in the ward, took a fork and speared a small piece of pineapple to feed Liao Wan.
