Feng returned to the ward with the porridge and saw Lu Simiao wiping Luo Qianqian's face. She didn't say anything, just set down the porridge she was holding and let out a slight sigh, "How did you sleep?"
Luo Qianqian nodded, not quite understanding the question. She felt quite spirited now.
Feng tugged at the corner of her mouth and sighed, "Eat something. You haven't eaten for so many days, and I can't give you anything nice to eat. Have some plain porridge to moisten your throat, and when you're discharged, we'll go have a proper meal."
Luo Qianqian nodded, not particularly concerned about it.
"Do you feel anything wrong with yourself?" Feng continued to ask.
Luo Qianqian stretched her arms and legs and shook her head, her face full of confusion, as if asking, should there be something wrong?
Feng still sighed, then handed the plastic bowl to Lu Simiao, "Watch your sister eat, I need to step out for a bit."
