No matter what others might think, at least in Zuo Aiai's eyes, even if Ji Nanfeng seemed to be in despair now, it was only temporary. One day, he would figure things out. And if he didn't, she would stay by his side, guide him, and make him understand—paralysis was not the end of life.
"This morning, I had someone prepare a room for you. To make it convenient for you to care for the young master, the room is arranged next to his." The housekeeper added.
Zuo Aiai nodded, glanced at the room next door, and asked, "Is it this one?"
"Yes."
"Alright, I understand. I'll put my things in first. Could you have someone prepare dinner? He hasn't been eating much lately, so it'll be better to make some easily digestible liquid foods for tonight. I'll help him eat later." Zuo Aiai spoke as she walked toward the room that had been prepared for her.
The housekeeper nodded in agreement, his gaze toward her subtly changing.
After all, a girl with feelings truly carried herself differently.
