Watching Bai Lingmiao leave the kitchen with the food box, Chun Xiaoman let out a soft sigh. She truly didn't understand why Miaomiao liked Senior Brother Li so much.
But soon, Chun Xiaoman's mood brightened again. As long as Miaomiao and Senior Brother Li were both fine, that was better than anything. All she hoped now was that the two of them would live a good life together from now on.
Miaomiao was safe, Senior Brother Li was still alive, and Gao Zhijian had become Emperor—everything had gotten better. The heavy burden in her heart that she'd carried for so long finally lifted, and even her thoughts felt a bit lighter.
"Bird's nest porridge? What does it even taste like?" Chun Xiaoman looked at the leftover porridge in the pot, picked up a wooden spoon, scraped up a bit, and stuffed it into her mouth. "Not much at all, really, doesn't taste like anything."
