Yan Yuanfei looked at her back affectionately, as if he wanted to engrave her in his heart with this look. Or like after this look, he would never see her again.
The porridge that Wen Ruoshui had kept warm in the casserole was still warm. She brought it over and fed it to him.
Yan Yuanfei had just woken up and his appetite was not very good. He only ate half a bowl before he could not eat anymore. After drinking half a cup of water, he finally looked much better and was no longer as transparent and pale as before.
When Wen Ruoshui cleared away the dishes, he even got out of bed. He seemed to be in good spirits as he followed her to the kitchen.
"Let's go together." Yan Yuanfei hugged her from behind. His thin hand held her small hand and washed the dishes with her.