Chen Man sat at Jiang Xichu’s side, once again watching television. But because of that sentence that Jiang Xichu had said, now Chen Man couldn’t watch anymore; the pure and gentle, pleasant younger sister immediately turned into the head demon of a villain; this had originally been a suspense drama, and now, knowing who the worst person was, she naturally couldn’t watch it any longer. Turning off the television, Chen Man began to ponder; should she get that quilt for Jiang Xichu, or should she carry Jiang Xichu to bed to sleep? Considering it for a few moments, Chen Man made her decision; she may as well get the quilt—although Jiang Xichu was very thin, she couldn’t move her herself. Chen Man left, and only after five minutes did she come out of her own room, holding a quilt in hand; although the down quilt was light, it was very fluffy, and as Chen Man brought it over, her line of sight was entirely covered by the quilt, and she truly couldn’t see the surroundings before her eyes; on