Not long after, Gong Shirao walked in carrying freshly made porridge and soup.
She seemed to be in a pretty good mood, with a faint smile on her cheeks, as she walked towards the room.
She poured the porridge into a bowl, carefully scooped it up with a spoon, and gently blew on the steaming porridge, trying to cool it down.
Zhan Nanjue observed these small actions of Gong Shirao and felt even more conflicted than before.
Was she really so gentle to him? Yet, he feared he was not blessed enough to deserve this.
"The porridge is about ready to drink. Come, let me help you sit up." Gong Shirao helped him sit up, placing a pillow behind his back for support.
Zhan Nanjue didn't speak, just looked at her intently.
"I'll feed you." Gong Shirao didn't mind his unusual silence and said to him, "Open your mouth."
"Such special treatment?" Zhan Nanjue's eyes were slightly red.
