On the second floor of the White Tower's ward area, the morning sun slanted through the window, adding a touch of warmth to the cold, sterile sickroom.
"Son, take it slow. Be careful not to scald yourself, it really hurts."
Under Sun Xiaoqin's encouraging gaze, Li Huowang shakily picked up a short-handled spoon half-filled with porridge and unsteadily brought it to his mouth. Such a simple action, yet it was incredibly difficult for him to perform right now.
Due to being bedridden for so long, his muscles had atrophied. Although he had begun rehabilitative training, the results were not yet apparent.
"Son, why don't you let me feed you?"
Li Huowang gave a slight shake of his head in refusal. "No, it's fine. I want to move around a bit. Doing anything is good for my body right now."
Hearing this, Bai Lingmiao, who was at his side, relented and withdrew her hand.
