After dinner, Li Jianjun went in to check on Lin Liyin, feeling her forehead, and was relieved to find she didn't have a fever.
The thing about a fever is that it's most feared to relapse at night.
"You're back?"
"Keep sleeping, I'll make some porridge for you to drink when you wake up."
Li Jianjun gently patted her. He felt a bit guilty for not being able to rush to the hospital to be with her today. His previous anger dissipated with the sight of her haggard face.
After urging his two sisters to rest, Li Jianjun also washed clothes for his sons. Amidst the busyness, the pot on the stove was already bubbling away.
In recent years, it's been his two sisters doing the chores and tidying up the house; suddenly, he was really busy and overwhelmed. He had said he brought his sisters out to develop, but he knew more than anyone how much his sisters contributed at home.
