Her speech was measured and clear, filled with deep affection. Each syllable seemed like a carefully composed note in a melody, a song of utmost care for Wang Jianguo.
Meanwhile, Hé Yǔshuǐ’s hands remained busy, moving with methodical efficiency. She moved to the side of the bed, leaned over slightly, and touched the edges of the heavy layers of quilts covering Wang Jianguo as if they were a rare treasure. With the precision of someone dismantling a delicate mechanism, she pinched the corner of the top quilt between her thumb and forefinger and lifted it slightly. She then moved it to the side with slow, steady grace, her expression so focused that it seemed as if, in that moment, nothing existed in the world but this quilt and the man who needed her care beneath it. She gently removed the excess layers one by one, her every movement imbued with infinite patience and tenderness.
Once only the base quilt remained, she smoothed it out, carefully tucking in every corner under the mattress to ensure that not a single draft could slip through. After everything was settled, Hé Yǔshuǐ straightened up and tilted her head, thinking for a moment as if flipping through the pages of her memories from that morning.
Chapter 413