"Oh my, madam! Your lips are turning purple! Hurry downstairs and have some ginger soup!" Mr. Fang was startled as soon as he touched her hand, "Why is it so cold! Did you take a cold bath, madam?"
"Auntie, I'd like something hot to drink," Eleven said, hugging her arms, "I'm freezing…"
"Hurry downstairs! I've prepared ginger soup for you!"
Since Eleven is about the same age as Aunt Fang's daughter, and Aunt Fang is such a kind person, she treats Eleven like her own child, taking great care of her.
At this moment, seeing Eleven frozen like this, she felt deeply distressed.
"You must be cold after taking a cold bath!" she uttered as she helped her downstairs.
Eleven held her hands, walking while sniffling in between her sobs.
"What's wrong, madam? Are you feeling unwell?"
Eleven shook her head: "Nothing."
She just suddenly felt that Aunt Fang was like her mother, caring about her.
However, the more Aunt Fang cared, the more sorrowful she felt.
