"I was. If you won't mind, I will still do so before I leave you to your rest." Right, she had come to do that, before memories of the different life she'd lived back when she met Song Lan made her move to retreat quickly.

She kneels by Xiao Xingchen, reaching out for his wrist, slowly, first brushing against his fingers so he will have time to realize she is now touching him and make the choice to permit or refuse it before she takes his wrist for the pulse diagnosis.