The Double

However, that’s the way it is, life often throws drastic changes at us, and it’s inevitable to mature overnight. Innocence and cheerfulness can’t guarantee one’s safety.

While pondering, Situ Jiuyue had already finished inserting the last needle for Xue Huaiyuan, who seemed weary and fell into a deep sleep. Jiang Li helped him onto the bed to lie down, covering him with the quilt and tucking it in properly at the corners.

Situ Jiuyue stood aside, watching. She was sweet and charming, yet dressed in all black with a smile that carried a hint of fierceness—one could tell at a glance that she was not someone to be trifled with. She said, "You really do know how to take care of people."

"Really?" Jiang Li smiled.

"Has no one ever told you that?" Situ Jiuyue wondered.

"You’re the first," Jiang Li said.

In her previous life, while at her husband’s family’s home, she served the entire Shen family well, but never received any praise. Before her marriage, the task of caring for others had always fallen to Xue Zhao. Xue Huaiyuan doted on his daughter but insisted on toughening up his son. Besides expertise in both civil and military strategies, Xue Zhao could even cook.

At times, Jiang Li felt that she, as the elder sister, still needed to rely quite heavily on Xue Zhao’s care.