Upon his words, Xia Qingqian couldn't help it; tears that she held back for two days burst forth. She bit her lip and said, "Yao, I'm sorry, I didn't take good care of you! Sorry!"
He reached out, pulled her into his embrace, and rested his chin on her trembling shoulder, saying softly, "Silly, it's me who caused trouble for you. You sleep here, and I'll sleep with you."
"No, you just woke up. Please eat something first, okay? You've thrown up everything you've eaten!" Xia Qingqian suddenly got off him, "I'll go to the kitchen and heat the porridge, and bring it up! You lie still and don't move."
Xia Qingqian heard the interference in his voice, poured a glass of warm water for him, watched him finish drinking, and then she left the room with relief.
After a short while, she came in with porridge. A faint mint scent wafted through the air; this smell was familiar...
