Xu He had been fussing with things for quite some time and by now, fine beads of sweat covered her forehead.
Her body was still weak, and she hadn't fainted recently, mainly because Xia Ye had come back, and she felt more spirited; she looked somewhat better too.
Xia Ye asked her to go back to her room and rest, and Xu He smiled, agreeing, but before she left, she didn't forget to seek some attention from her daughter.
She pointed to the painting above the headboard and asked, "Little Tiangao, do you think Mommy's painting is pretty?"
She noticed that Xia Ye had stopped in front of the bed to look at it as soon as she entered the room, knowing her daughter remembered it, but she hadn't heard her praise it, which made her a bit discontent.
This was, after all, her most satisfying work.
Xia Ye saw right through her thoughts and generously complimented, "It's pretty, very pretty."
