Jiang Lai didn't speak; she quietly stripped the bed of its covers and blankets, replaced them with clean ones, and tidied them up. After that, she slipped the hot water bottle she had brought into the blankets. Then she turned around and helped the old woman lying next to the bed onto it, lifting her legs to adjust her into a more comfortable position, leaning her against the wall.
The room was still cold, so Jiang Lai quickly found the drafty window. She randomly picked a book from the old lady's bedside table and wedged it into the drafty spot.
"It'll have to do for now. When He Xing comes back, he can arrange for someone to replace the glass."
The old woman gradually recovered under the blankets, her breathing weak, complexion pale. She trembled slightly as she gestured for Jiang Lai to come over.
"Thank you, Sanya. If it weren't for you, these old bones of mine would have perished outside."
"You still have good fortune ahead. Just rest for now; I'll go get something."
