Beitang Feng's gaze was deep and inscrutable: "Qiyu, drink some soup. You've lost weight."
"You're the one who's wasting away, yet you care about me..." Li Qiyu's eyes reddened, "Feng, how much longer do you plan to keep this from me?"
"I'll tell you once we've finished eating."
Li Qiyu shakily accepted the bowl. After being captured yesterday, she hadn't had anything, feeling both thirsty and hungry, her voice sounded as if it had been ground by sand.
He immediately knew she was uncomfortable, first serving her soup and blowing on it to cool.
He noticed every little detail about her, yet he didn't care about himself at all!
"Beitang Feng, you need to eat too, or I won't touch a thing..."
Beitang Feng hadn't been taking care of himself at all; he was originally waiting to die on Glass Island's underground. Unexpectedly, he received news of her capture instead.
Beitang Feng grinned handsomely, with a smile still full of mischief: "Alright."
