"Xixia, open the door. I made some porridge for you. Please have a little, alright?" Xingyan was already back now. Grandma had woken up and was recovering nicely; her health had mostly returned to normal, and there wasn't much to worry about anymore. Knowing her best friend Shang Xixia would be in this state at home, Zhou Xingyan felt deeply uneasy, so she rushed back. Standing at the door with freshly made porridge, she exchanged a glance with Yu Tingting before looking at the tightly shut door. The two women's clear, watery eyes were filled with thick worry.
Inside the room, the little girl Shang Xixia, though stifling her emotions, couldn't suppress the soft, low sobs escaping her lips. Each sound felt like a needle piercing through the hearts of Yu Tingting and Shang Xixia.
"Xixia, if you're going to cry, just cry out loud. Crying softly like this will only hurt yourself."
