Deng Hongling's tears flowed like a fountain as she choked up, "I really don't know how to thank you."
Ever since Feng Qingxue crossed into this world, she had helped countless people like fish swimming across the river. If she had been motivated by thoughts of future rewards from the start, she wouldn't have been so carefree in lending a hand.
She helped people because they were pitiful and she had the ability and willingness to assist them through difficult times.
If she couldn't even care for herself, she certainly wouldn't meddle in others' affairs.
Deng Hongling's gratitude was as gentle as a breeze to her, something she was accustomed to. "Let's not talk about this anymore, I should go."
Putting away the syringe and the clean thermos Deng Hongling had washed, Feng Qingxue strapped on her basket. As she stepped out the door, she pushed Deng Hongling back in, "It's cold outside, no need to see me off. I'm also afraid of being seen."
