"Sigh!" Feng Wanru sighed. Looking at her son, she noticed his hair was shorter and his beard was gone. He looked so fresh and clean; it was clear Zhao Nuanyue was responsible.
Feng Wanru watched as Zhao Nuanyue finished trimming Hua Yusen's fingernails and then his toenails. She even filed away the calluses that had formed on his feet from being immobile for so long, and then carefully put warm socks on him.
'Even as his mother,' Feng Wanru thought, 'I couldn't have been this thorough.'
Zhao Nuanyue glanced at her watch. It was already noon, and she was beginning to feel hungry.
So, Zhao Nuanyue gathered the clothes she had just changed Hua Yusen out of, packing them into a small, wheeled wicker case. "Aunt Hua," she said softly, "I have things to do this afternoon, so I'll come visit Hua again tomorrow."
Without lingering, Zhao Nuanyue turned and left, pulling the small wicker suitcase behind her.
