It was still her favorite adzuki beans.
"Adzuki beans grow in the southern land, sprouting a few branches in the spring."
A faint mist welled up in her eyes.
Sylvan Cheney noticed she didn't look well and felt a wave of anxiety: "Does it not taste good? If not, there are other things."
She shook her head.
Sylvan sat at the bedside, patiently feeding her. His fingers, distinct and pronounced, held the spoon in a particularly pleasing manner.
He knew some words were not appropriate to say right now, so he silently fed her breakfast without saying much.
Jasmine Yale ate very slowly.
Sylvan was equally patient, feeding her spoonful by spoonful.
The clean, faint scent on his white shirt tickled Jasmine's nose, causing a pang of bitterness.
Halfway through a bowl of porridge, Jasmine refused to eat more: "I can't eat anymore."
"Alright, eat more when you're hungry. The doctor will come to check on you later."
"Please go out." Jasmine didn't look at him, "I want some peace."
