When Qiao Yi woke up, she saw Yunxi's fresh face keeping watch not far from her.
He looked at her with a gentle smile, like a spring breeze, making her feel safe and comfortable.
As Qiao Yi was about to get up, he supported her and asked, "Are you hungry? Mummy personally made porridge for you and also baked peach pastries. Aunt Xiaoyue said you've been on an IV these days, so you need to be very careful with your diet. Seafood and the like are a no-go. Just bear with it and avoid them for now."
Qiao Yi smiled, "What Mummy makes for me is sure to taste better than all the delicacies."
She sat up, intending to eat by herself.
But Yunxi, just like Lan Baozhen, insisted on feeding her spoonful by spoonful.
She blushed somewhat shyly.
Under the light, Qiao Yi appeared fragile like a delicate feather, beautiful yet vulnerable in Yunxi's eyes.
He fed her spoon by spoon.
