Song Ci looked at Guan Shuyan, who was steadily supporting her by her side, and couldn't help but smile.
"They said to have you accompany me, but they don't really see you as a maid. You don't need to support me. Otherwise, if I walk poorly and fall, you'll fall with me, and it'll just tire you out."
Guan Shuyan grinned, "You are Brother Song's grandmother. Though I might be overstepping, I think of you as an elder. Helping you walk a few steps won't tire me out, as long as you don't mind my clumsiness."
"You're still young; you shouldn't be doing this kind of work."
"It's no big deal. Just let me bask in your good fortune so I can brag a little to my mother when I get back." Guan Shuyan stuck out her tongue and said, "Besides, it's really not tiring. I usually practice martial arts and have a strong body. You can pinch it if you don't believe me."
