"I heard from Brother Sheng that you have a bit of bronchitis, so I brought you some autumn pear jam. Drink a cup every morning, it can help a bit," Lin Nianhe said as she took out several glass jars from the bag, "Just dissolve a spoonful in warm water each time."
She put down the glass jars and pushed another bag towards Lu Zai, "You won't be able to avoid going out on errands with me, so I had someone buy you some clothes. Try them on and see if they fit."
Lu Zai instinctively took the bag but didn't open it; he just stared blankly at Lin Nianhe.
He had seen many big brothers.
But none were like Lin Nianhe.
She had no airs, no temper, always cheerful. She respected them and was willing to explain to them even when there was no reason to doubt her. She didn't mind them being dirty, even helping his old mother herself.
Lu Zai thought that the fairies in fairy tales should look like Lin Nianhe.
