"What? Miss, you stayed here watching over this maid all night?" Zi Xia's eyes gradually welled up with tears. She was so moved. As a mere maid, how could she deserve the Miss's care?
Xuexue replied grumpily, "If I had taken care of you all night, you wouldn't have been feverish and unconscious."
Long Yi also comforted Zi Xia, saying, "Don't feel guilty. Madam only came by in the morning and found you unconscious."
Xuexue said, "That's right! Every morning, you wait outside my door with the washing kit, but this morning you weren't there. It felt strange, so I came to check and found you delirious with fever."
Zi Xia looked astonished, "What? I was delirious?"
"Yes, when I came in, do you remember what you said to me?"
"I don't remember. Did I talk to the Miss?" Zi Xia looked puzzled; she had really forgotten.
"You did. You said you felt awful and your foot hurt. That's how I knew you had a wound."
