Each step, she carried out with great care, fearing to hurt or awaken him.
With a sense of righteous authority over live supervision and teaching, Aunt Liu squatted nearby, watching, occasionally nodding in affirmation of the girl's technique, inwardly shouting with delight.
Once Alii finished treating the wound, Aunt Liu picked up the medicine box and walked out.
Closing the door, she stood at the entrance, gently stroking her chest. Even though dinner was long past, she felt fuller now.
After placing the medicine box properly, she took out the medicinal soup, carrying the bowl, she went upstairs. Not seeing the elderly lady's figure in the rattan chair on the second floor, she headed up to the third floor.
Opening the door of the hall of spirits, the window was open, and the elderly lady stood by the window.
"The wind outside is strong, and you've been coughing lately, better not let it blow on you."
"My body is not that fragile."
