It was two o'clock in the afternoon.
Chiyin woke up from a nap, feeling a strong sense of hunger, indicating he was awoken by it.
He propped himself up on his arm and looked around, ensuring he was alone in the room.
Not seeing her, a tinge of disappointment flashed across his chest.
When he realized this, he couldn't help but sigh inwardly, noting how illness made him as sentimental as a child.
A thermos full of water sat on the bedside cabinet.
Chiyin picked it up and took a couple of sips before realizing there was honey in the water, which was somewhat sweet.
For someone sick, who sensed bitterness in their mouth, the sweet water significantly lessened the bitter taste, and then, he felt even hungrier.
Just then, the bedroom door was pushed open from outside.
Lu Fengxuan walked in with a bowl of porridge in hand, while Xiaoyi and Jiujiu each held a plate of light, refreshing dishes, the three of them entering together.
