"Sister Huan," she walked into the kitchen, watching Sister Huan wash the dishes in the sink, "Sister Huan, let me do it." Seeing Sister Huan's hands, roughened by years of work, she felt a bit heartache.
Sister Huan quickly stopped her, saying: "Miss Xia, please don't do this, these are my duties."
They all knew about the subtle relationship between Xia Qingqian and the Young Master, so they dared not neglect her, let alone let her do such chores. Xia Qingqian was worlds apart from the Young Master's previous women; others couldn't compare to her, just because of her kind heart.
"It's okay, Sister Huan, let me do it." She smiled gently, her eyes full of concern, "It seems like it's going to rain recently. Are your joints starting to ache? You really shouldn't touch water often, go rest for a while."
