Zhenxin felt heartache for her dear friend. Last night, the little woman, Shang Xixia, had asked the two little ones to go home, but they were resolute in their decision to stay with her. Their reason was quite bold; the weather was still hot, and Xixia had hurt her leg, so she needed someone to help with bathing or using the bathroom. Without assistance, it would be completely impossible!
Thus, the expressions on the two little ones' faces were quite solemn and insistent, making it clear that whatever Xixia said would be in vain.
"Alright." In the end, Shang Xixia could only nod gently, feeling deeply touched in her heart.
However, the little girl had been sleeping continuously because as soon as she opened her eyes, a wave of pain, sharp and unbearable, would surge from her thin chest to her heart, making breathing feel unnatural, as if her windpipe was being constricted.
