Madam Song diligently attended to Song Zhiyuan's clothing and grooming herself, making Song Zhiyuan feel as if he were returning home after being away for several years.
"Your health hasn't fully recovered yet; these tasks should be left to the maids."
Madam Song playfully retorted, "I'm not bedridden anymore, not taking on heavy chores, nor do I have any worries. I usually focus on maintaining my health through diet—how could I be so fragile that dressing you would exhaust me?"
Song Zhiyuan replied, "You still suffered a significant depletion of vitality; it's better to be cautious. Within this estate, everything in the inner courtyard relies on you. The children are still young and need you to take care of things from behind the scenes. If you're not well, it won't do. Besides, you need to grow old together with me."
Madam Song was greatly moved, her eyes reddening, and she said, "You, saying such things, making it easy for one to tear up."
