Qin Mei felt guilty and her heart ached for him. "Didn't you say it didn't hurt?"
"Qin Mei." Jie Jingchen was deeply conflicted. 'Find an old person dirty?' He just couldn't believe it. He thought about how Qin Mei took care of Jing Qi. She had never shown any disgust toward her, not even when Jing Qi had an accident. Qin Mei had never once ignored it. 'If she isn't repulsed by Jing Qi's messes, how could she be repulsed by an old woman being a little dirty?'
'The Qin Mei before the amnesia? Jie Jingchen couldn't say for sure. But the Qin Mei after the amnesia? He was certain.'
'But...' Jie Jingchen looked at the bedsheets drying outside the window. 'They'd only been changed a few days ago. It's not like Qin Mei would suddenly get a whim to wash them just for fun.'
