The room was filled with warmth. Zhang Yantong had been busy for a whole day and night, twenty-four hours without closing her eyes. Therefore, when Ye Chen helped her wash her feet, she was almost completely unaware of it. The water Ye Chen prepared was just the right temperature. After washing her feet, he dried them, then tucked Zhang Yantong into the covers.
When he left, Ye Chen gave a gentle kiss on Zhang Yantong's brow, then carried the footwashing water out of the room and closed the door. Not long after Ye Chen left, Zhang Yantong suddenly opened her eyes, with tears welling up in them, her eyes red and swollen. She never expected that Ye Chen would have such a delicate side, that he would humble himself to wash her feet. How many women would be envious if they heard about it?
Zhang Yantong sniffled, then said, "Ye Chen, do I... do I really deserve this from you?"
