"Okay, okay, I'll make you egg custard when we get back," the elderly Mrs. Nan tenderly stroked Tao Miao's hair and helped her up.
She was still pressing down the cotton swab placed there by the doctor during the blood draw.
Mrs. Nan supported her as they walked outside.
Nan Sichen stood at the door, watching them come out. His gaze was deep as he looked at Tao Miao, then his thin lips lightly parted, and he said two words, "Thank you!"
Mrs. Nan looked at Nan Sichen in surprise. Since that incident, Chenchen had never spoken to Miaomiao calmly and gently, but today he actually spoke to her so sincerely, uttering 'thank you.'
Tao Miao's hands clenched tightly, she bit her lower lip, wanting to cry but ultimately holding back the tears. She tilted her head up and said, "It seems my decision was really the right one, it's rare for brother to talk to me so gently."