The old man carried the child back to the room.
The old woman supported the child from behind.
After setting the child down, the old man felt his own forehead.
He was a little sweaty.
"Looks like I'm still pretty hale and hearty for my age."
The old man was rather pleased with himself.
The old woman shook her head with amusement.
"Yes, yes."
"You're amazing."
The old woman wiped the child down and changed the child's clothes.
Once the child was clean and dry, the old woman tucked the child under the covers.
"All right."
The old woman tucked the blanket around the child.
The child's face was pale.
But there was also an unusual flush to it.
The old woman reached out and checked the child's temperature again.
"Get some rest."
"Lunch will be ready soon."
The old woman left the room.
She turned and closed the door.
The old man was waiting outside.
The elderly couple slowly walked downstairs.
"This child..."
The old man shook his head.
"Why has everything been going wrong lately?"
"Knock on wood!"
The old woman gave the old man a withering look.
"How can you say that?"
"Can't you say something more positive?"
"Lele is a lucky child."
"Every problem she faces will work itself out."
"Yes, yes."
The old man gave an awkward smile.
"Listen to me, running my mouth."
"Lele is a lucky child."
He repeated the old woman's words.
Unfortunately,
at least today, Lele wasn't a lucky child.
At noon, the old woman brought a meal to the child's room.
But she found the child's face burning red.
The child was muttering nonstop.
The child's expression was pained.
Was it because she was sick?
Or was she