Feng Tianyou helped Lin Zishuang up and let her lean against him. "Shuang'er, be good. Drink the medicine first, and you'll feel better soon."
Lin Zishuang had just recovered from her fever, and her whole body felt as though all her strength had been drained.
As soon as the medicine entered her mouth, her brow furrowed tightly.
"Don't be afraid. Bitter medicine works best. Drink it, and you'll be better in no time."
Ouyang Hui watched from the side. She had never seen Feng Tianyou take care of a girl with such attentiveness.
Moreover, the gentle tone in his voice was something she had never heard before.
She had always worried that her son might dislike women since, for so many years, he had never dated anyone.
It looked like Shuang'er was very likely to become her future daughter-in-law.
Unable to have children herself, she had poured almost all her love into Feng Tianyou.
