"Here, drink this soup."
Steam rose from the warm, brownish medicinal soup, its thick herbal aroma rushing straight into one's senses. Zhu E placed the soup in front of her niece.
The color was somewhat reminiscent of the contraceptive soup.
The tall woman did not refuse. Leaning against the bed, she took the bowl with one hand and silently downed the bitter concoction in one gulp.
Zhu E chided playfully, "Slow down, slow down, there's no need to rush."
After drinking the restorative soup that helped regulate her inner energy, Qin Qingluo wiped her lips. The heavy herbal taste reminded her of the contraceptive soup.
"Feeling better?" Even though Zhu E could vaguely perceive it herself, she still wanted to hear Qingluo say it.
"Much better," Qin Qingluo murmured after a contemplative pause.
Her always-heroic brows drooped listlessly, her half-open snake-like pupils filled with an indescribable weariness and distraction. She slouched there on the bed without moving.
