"Yes, leave this to me." Yi Xia agreed as she watched Bai Linwan return to his room.
She turned around and headed to the kitchen and still made chicken soup for Lin Ruowan with her own hands.
Time slowly passed and the chicken soup was ready. Yi Xia carried the chicken soup and porridge up the stairs to Lin Ruowan's room.
When she pushed the door open, Lin Ruowan was already in it as she leaned weakly on the bed.
The sunlight shone through the window and covered her body with a layer of light, causing her face to appear even more pale.
When Lin Ruowan heard the sound of footsteps, she turned and looked at Yi Xia.
Seeing her bringing in the chicken soup, a look of gratitude surfaced in her eyes: "Yi Xia, you actually made this soup for me? Thank you so much. "
Yi Xia retracted her gaze, and casually placed the tray on the table. "Don't mention it, it's fine as long as you're fine."