In the blistering noon heat, she ran until her forehead was drenched in sweat, strands of hair sticking to her face, which was also flushed with redness.
Even then, she wore a smile as she said to her, "The temperature is just right, you can't get up, is it okay if Mom feeds you?" The latter part of her statement was laced with a clear undertone of appeasement and pleading.
Ruan Jiaojiao found herself disliking her own reactions.
Because seeing Shu Jie like this made her heart ache. Her eyes welled with sour tears, but she didn't want Shu Jie to see her crying, so she just vaguely nodded.
Just like that, Shu Jie's happiness seemed as if she had won a grand prize. She moved a chair in front of her and carefully lifted her to sit up against the headboard.
