Jun Mochan had just come out of the kitchen, he knew that Ye Ranran had lost a lot of weight lately, but he didn't realize it was this severe.
Her frail body could barely fit into her oversized nightdress, it seemed as if a gust of wind could blow her over.
Ye Ranran left her room and saw Jun Mochan holding a bowl of soup, standing at the kitchen door, elegant and handsome, like a painting, pleasing to the eyes.
Ye Ranran felt her lifeless heart slowly reviving.
"Is it ready?" Ye Ranran approached him.
It is a simple egg soup, with some green onions sprinkled on top, smelling good.
"Hmm, want to taste?"
Ye Ranran seated herself, and Jun Mochan placed the soup in front of her.
Looking at the spoon he handed over, Ye Ranran slowly extended her right hand to take it.
She carefully hid her discomfort from Jun Mochan's eyes, then dipped a small spoonful of soup and slowly brought it to her mouth.