Jiang Wei leaned forward, placing her hands, which couldn't get wet, on the edge of the bucket. One of the two fish pendants given to her by Xiao Zhan was still hanging on her uninjured fingers; the other was nowhere to be found.

Jiang Wei looked at the jade pendant in her hand, which depicted a fish holding a lotus flower in its mouth, and wondered if the pendant had fallen into the snow when her father knocked the wooden box off.

She had already sent Shuizhu and the others to look for it, but there was nothing there.

It's impossible for Xiao Zhan to give her anything; he can only give her a jade pendant instead.

Dewdrops washed her dark hair behind her.

As the hot water flowed, the ripples lapped against Jiang Wei's body, making her already drowsy eyelids grow heavier and heavier.

Dewdrop looked at Jiang Wei's hands, her eyes reddening, just like the bathroom, which was shrouded in a layer of mist.

Is it because her hands healed too quickly that her daughter's hands ended up like this?

Why does her daughter always suffer? Why not let her hands continue to fester? Let her bear this pain herself, so her daughter can be carefree and no longer suffer like this.

The water gradually cooled, and Dewdrop called softly to Jiang Wei, "Miss, Miss, I'm all washed. Please get up and I'll help you to bed. I'll also help you dry your hair so you don't catch a chill."

She had no recollection of how Jiang Wei ended up in bed with her.

When Jiang Wei woke up the next day, it was already past Chen Shi (7-9 AM).

Dewdrop helped Jiang Wei wash up and change clothes, and then fed her breakfast bite by bite.

"It breaks my heart to see your hands in this state, Miss. From this day forward, I must stay by your side every day and serve you as your hands."