Mo Chen Ruo Feng clasped their fists and acknowledged, then left immediately.
Ye Yiheng returned to the bedroom, walked to the bedside, and said to Chun Liu, "Let me do it."
"Yes." Chun Liu nodded, stood up, and handed the bowl to Ye Yiheng.
Leng Yu Yan spoke up, "Only half a bowl left, you don't need to do this."
Ye Yiheng, with his long slender hand holding the bowl, sat back down on the bed edge, scooped a spoonful and passed it over.
"When one is unwell, they should be cared for."
His voice remained as cool and clear as ever, yet it was laced with a gentle tenderness that was palpable.
Leng Yu Yan slightly parted her lips and swallowed the bird's nest porridge from the spoon. Her eyes couldn't help but redden, and soon tears began to pool, forming droplets.
Ye Yiheng passed another spoonful of porridge over.
"Plop—"
Teardrops rolled into the porridge in the spoon, creating a splash.
