His aged, twig-like hand trembled as he gestured at the head of the bed, implying that Little Black Head was only as tall as the bedhead.
"Grandfather, I've grown up," General Heiqing remained humble, maintaining a respectful demeanor, "Have a sip."
"Have a sip, grandfather."
The old man's mind flashed back to the time of famine when Little Black Head somehow found a bowl of thin porridge, urging him to drink just as he was doing now.
Perhaps this similar scene touched the old man, and as he looked at the imposing Black Armor General, he finally opened his mouth and took a sip.
"Take another sip."
As General Heiqing was about to feed him a second sip, his brow suddenly furrowed.
"If there's something to attend to, go ahead, I'll drink it myself." The old man noticed the change in General Heiqing's expression.
General Heiqing put down the medicinal broth and solemnly said, "You must finish it, grandfather."
