After persuading and coaxing, Liu Mianmian finally temporarily dissipated her urge to see Liu Xinghe.
Once her mood improved, her appetite followed suit, and her stomach growled.
Over the fire, chicken broth porridge was already simmering, Liu Zhi brought it over, and Su Luo fed her by hand.
Liu Mianmian felt a bit embarrassed: "How dare I trouble Sister Su, I can do it myself!"
However, the hand she extended was still trembling.
Su Luo held her down: "This is the only chance. With so many years of friendship, and now being outside the palace, why are you being so calculative? Feed once like this, and you probably won't ever enjoy this again. When I was sick, weren't you always the one caring for me?"
Liu Mianmian then stopped refusing, silently drank a bowl of porridge with Su Luo's help, and glanced at the other people inside the tent.
Su Luo knew she wanted to speak privately, so she gestured for the people to leave.
