"Okay, I understand." Fu Xi nodded obediently, though she didn't understand what had gotten into her mother today that would cause her to say such things.
But she's happy as long as they don't argue; opportunities to sit and chat with her mother without fighting are becoming increasingly rare. Her mother faces pressure at work, and she faces pressure from her studies.
The only difference is that their sources of stress are different.
"Yes, you can play on the computer if you want, but you need to control yourself. You're all grown up now, and Mom knows you can manage your time." Fu's mother took out a tablet computer from behind her back and placed it on the bed.
"Okay." Fu Xi picked up the computer, accepting it with a smile, but not with the joy she had imagined. Some things are less exciting when they arrive late.
She still remembers how uncomfortable she felt in the first few days after her computer was taken away.
"If there's anything else you want or want to do, you can tell Mom."
"Okay, not now. I'll tell you when I do." Fu Xi didn't dare ask her mother why she was being so nice today, and she was also afraid that today was just a dream.
Tomorrow it will become that cold, impersonal home again, just getting by.
"Okay, go to sleep early." Fu's mother and her daughter hadn't chatted for a long time, so they were inevitably estranged and didn't have much to talk about. She knew to leave first.
After all, a strained relationship cannot be repaired in just a day or two.
"Okay, good morning." Fu Xi watched her mother's departing figure, then looked down at the computer in her arms. She had thought that she would have to wait until she was an adult and moved out before she could buy a computer again, but she did not expect that her mother would be willing to return the computer to her now.
It would be a lie to say she wasn't happy; she couldn't wait to turn on her computer and log into her account.
Traces of her existence still remain.
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Xun Ting had to praise this man for being so considerate. He had actually bought her a bunch of things to help her shower and wash her hair, and he would occasionally take her to do rehabilitation exercises.
Logically speaking, no amount of rehabilitation would be of any use in my current condition, but the method taught by this man made me less limp and at least gave me some strength.
Aside from having difficulty getting up, she can do other things.
Huo Lin wouldn't bring the food to her bedside to eat, but instead helped her, letting her awkwardly lean on him to sit in the chair.
"Let's eat."
"Okay." Xun Ting's movements with chopsticks and spoon were fairly standard. She felt that her hands were not as weak as before. Judging from this, she could take care of herself in other aspects of life, except for getting out of bed.
For someone who has been in despair for a long time, suddenly being able to take simple care of themselves is a source of hope.
Before the week was up, she no longer wanted to hire a female caregiver. Although this man was a man of few words, he was very attentive in every detail.
In addition, I can now shower and wash my hair by myself, so going to the toilet is not so embarrassing.
Huo Lin picked up some food for her and asked, "Isn't this even tastier than the food your people bring?"
“Yes.” Xun Ting nodded, having to admit that the flavorful dishes were indeed tastier. The dishes sent by his own people were all very bland, prioritizing health.
My life used to be uneventful. I didn't pay much attention to those things and was indifferent to them. I felt that eating was just a task, not an enjoyment.
But lately, this man has spoiled my palate, and I can no longer eat bland dishes.
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