Chapter 33
Friends (1 / 2)
Su Lianyi hadn’t expected the little widow to come back. Perhaps it was because she was a modern person and had grown too cold-hearted—already used to helping elderly people on the street only to be falsely accused, saving others without receiving any gratitude. Now that the little widow had been rescued and still dared to show herself again, wasn’t she afraid of being extorted for money?
Just as Lianyi was about to sigh over the little widow’s noble character, she suddenly remembered what the little widow had said before: when the original owner had snatched her comb, she was beaten because she tried to remind her that the comb was sharp and dangerous. Instantly, the admiration in Lianyi’s heart collapsed, replaced instead by concern over the little widow’s intelligence.
“I’ll take care of you! Even though… even though I can’t really do anything, and I’m clumsy, I’ll work hard!”
The little widow’s clear eyes were unusually resolute, her palm-sized face full of seriousness.
Da Hu stood to the side without expressing any opinion, completely detached.
“Alright, then I’ll have to trouble you.”
Lianyi smiled and nodded, using her remaining left hand to struggle to prop herself up as she walked toward the room.
The little widow hurried over to support her, but her slender, delicate body with a slightly protruding belly was completely mismatched against Su Lianyi’s broad and sturdy frame.
Lianyi finally managed to climb onto her bed with great difficulty. Her whole body was soaked with sweat, her face pale, and she no longer had the strength to move at all.
The little widow ran out with a patter of footsteps, then quickly ran back in, bringing a basin of warm water and closing the door. After wetting a clean cloth, she tried to take off Su Lianyi’s clothes, but no matter how she tried, she would inevitably touch the wound. Although Su Lianyi gritted her teeth and made no sound, her tightly furrowed brows and the cold sweat continuously emerging told everything.
“Stupid… stupid widow…” Lianyi forced herself to speak.
“Yes, I’m here.” The little widow immediately ran to her side.
Lianyi took a deep breath, suppressing the pain in her back and right wrist.
“In the first drawer of the dressing table, there are scissors. Cut my clothes open. Don’t try to take them off.”
If she kept trying to undress her, someone would die.
“Okay.”
Though the little widow seemed a bit slow, she was still fairly clever. She quickly fetched the scissors.
Given the little widow’s usual behavior, Su Lianyi had already resigned herself to fate and secretly bit down on the bedsheet—because if things went badly, the girl might end up cutting her flesh along with the cloth.
To Lianyi’s surprise, the little widow’s hands were extraordinarily nimble. Before Lianyi could even feel anything, she only felt a chill on her back—the clothes had already been carefully cut open.
What Su Lianyi didn’t know was that ancient women were all skilled in needlework; cutting fabric and embroidery were second nature to them.
After that, under Lianyi’s guidance, the little widow cleaned the wound, sprinkled medicinal powder, then wrapped it properly with clean cloth strips and helped her put on a clean garment.
When everything was finally taken care of, it was already noon. The little widow was about to go to the kitchen to cook porridge for Lianyi. Lianyi wanted to call Da Hu in to give him some instructions, but when she opened her mouth, she realized she didn’t know how to address the little widow. Should she call her “stupid widow” like the original owner did? That would be far too disrespectful.
“Lianyi, what is it?”
Compared to Lianyi’s hesitation, the little widow seemed perfectly natural.
“I… how should I address you?”
She felt awkward. She usually bullied her, yet now the girl was helping her—and she didn’t even know her name.
The little widow hadn’t expected Su Lianyi to ask for her name. Her small face flushed red with joy.
“You… you mean, you want to be friends with me?”
“…”
Since when did asking for someone’s name mean wanting to be friends? Lianyi was speechless.
“Mm, I suppose so. What’s your name?”
The little widow, who had already reached the door, immediately ran back, squatting excitedly beside Lianyi’s bed. Her burning gaze made Lianyi’s scalp prickle.
“They all call me Huang shi, but since we’re friends, you should call me by my given name. I rarely tell anyone my given name. Is that okay?”
“…”
Lianyi’s eyebrow twitched again. She suddenly had the feeling that she’d gotten herself tangled in something troublesome. Honestly, she had really wanted to just call her Huang shi.
“If you don’t speak, that means you agree. Hehe. Actually, I’ve wanted to be friends with you for a long time.”
The little widow grew more and more excited, her eyes even turning red.
“…”
Lianyi, who had just started to regain some strength, suddenly felt dizzy—she was being angered by this girl.
“I bully you every day, and you still want to be friends with me?”
Looks like this child isn’t pretending to be foolish—she’s truly foolish.
“Yes. Even though you always steal my things, you rarely hit me, and I like you a lot, because you’re honest.”
“Honest?”
What kind of reason was that?
