These past few days, he lay in bed in pain, and both the young women at the knowledge point and the village girls brought him quite a bit of food.
The fish soup before him was obtained by Zhao Weihong in exchange from the locals.
"Wen Zhiqing, be careful not to spill the fish soup." Zhao Weihong reacted quickly, instinctively reaching out to steady the bowl, accidentally touching Wen Zhqing's cool fingers, causing her to blush and withdraw her hand.
She told Wen Zhqing to hold the bowl tightly, her face flushed with shyness, while she lowered her head, savoring the sensation of touching his hand, feeling elated.
Wen Zhqing thanked her without noticing Zhao Weihong's reaction, lowered his head to drink the fish soup, and thought about what Zhao Weihong had just said.
Zhao Weihong shared the rumors circulating in the village over the past two days and what Gu Jia Ning had said when they met.
