Wang Miaomiao isn't someone who can't tell right from wrong, nor does she have the habit of venting her anger on others.
She clearly understands that this is largely a misunderstanding, and there is no one to blame. There's no need to make a fuss and disrupt everyone's peace over something that wasn't a big deal to begin with.
If Jiang Yan can be faulted, it's only for having a mother who can't see the truth and is self-righteous.
This is a hardware issue, and it can't be changed.
Wang Miaomiao inhaled and exhaled several times, and finally purged all the frustration from her heart.
She walked straight to his bedside, picked up the basin at the foot of the bed, went out to fetch water, and returned to the room, handing him a towel.
Throughout, neither of them said a word. Jiang Yan just looked at her, the drooping eyelids hiding the surging emotions beneath, secretly reminding himself: it's not the right time yet, not yet, stay calm, don't rush.
