There was also hatred.
He was Little Fatty, not a fool.
Ever since Tang Fei had woken up, there had never been a shortage of visitors to his hut.
This time it was Phoenix.
She was the person Tang Fei most wanted to see, yet also the one he was most afraid to face.
This state of affairs had persisted for a long time.
He didn't know how to break the stalemate or how to change this awkward relationship between them.
Perhaps, he was just feeling guilty?
Phoenix sat down by Tang Fei's bedside, directly picked up the cup on the table, scooped up some water with a spoon, and brought it to his lips, saying, "Here, drink some water."
It was all so natural, as if she had done it countless times before.
Tang Fei opened his mouth and drank the water.
In fact, Little Fatty had just fed him, and he wasn't thirsty at all.
But when Phoenix raised the spoon, he didn't refuse.
It seemed that refusing would only add frost to their already fragile and delicate relationship.
