Yu Jingrong was once again stunned and looked at her plastered right hand, "This hand of mine..."
"Don't worry, it'll be fine once the cast is off," A trace of depth that Yu Jingrong couldn't see crossed Li Chengyun's profoundly dark eyes. He swiftly changed the subject, his voice low, "You've been unconscious for a long time and must be hungry. Let's not fuss anymore and have some porridge first."
Having said this, Li Chengyun made a phone call to Aguai, who soon appeared in the hospital room, twisting a porridge container in hand.
"Madam, are you feeling better?" Aguai greeted Yu Jingrong and placed the porridge on the nightstand.
Yu Jingrong replied with a slight smile, "Much better, thank you for your troubles, Aguai."
With slightly moist eyes, Aguai poured the porridge while speaking, "It's not troubling. These past few days, it was Master who took care of you. You don't know how you..."
Li Chengyun cut him off, "Go out, I'll do it..."