Although Aunt Li could also take care of her and did a good job, not having a familiar person nearby made her somewhat uneasy.
"Sister-in-law, Student Du, I brought you some millet porridge."
Millet porridge?
These two people?
"Comrade Fang, you've been troubled again, but you could have asked Aunt Li to buy me food."
However, Fang Chaoyang insisted, "You can't be without someone in your sickroom."
Yun Xiaoxiao, standing to one side and shifting her gaze back and forth between them, always felt that there was something between these two.
Here she was, a grown person, seemingly being ignored.
"I can manage on my own."
Seeing Fang Chaoyang holding the poured millet porridge, she was afraid he would offer to feed her, while Sister Yun was still watching, which wouldn't be good.
"Be careful not to pull on your wound."
With care, Du Ruo drank the millet porridge, having eaten only bland food these past few days and could eat only that.
