Nian Shutong watched Fu Yunhe eat without any hesitation and felt the urge to tease him.
She bent slightly at the waist, looking down at Fu Yunhe with an air of aloofness, two fingers lifting his chin.
"Live well."
Her body lowered even more, their faces almost touching, yet upon closer inspection, there was still a significant gap.
Nian Shutong's lips paused by Fu Yunhe's ear, whispering, "Thank you, but it's not needed."
Once she finished speaking, Nian Shutong stood up without any reluctance and left with nonchalance.
Fu Yunhe, sitting in the chair, lightly caressed his chin, as if the warmth lingered there.
"Heh..." With a trace of understanding and relief in his eyes, she indeed knew.
Fu Yunhe continued to close his eyes, his spiritual power healing continued. He couldn't be sure what exactly Nian Shutong had given him, but the pure medicinal power within was indeed helping in his recovery.
