Throughout, Tang Yan completely ignored Tang Ningya as if she was just air. No matter what she said, she could not influence Tang Yan's thoughts.
Tang Yan held the insulated bucket and sniffed it. Since some time had passed, it already started to emit fishy and greasy smells, but he still took a sip. As expected, the taste wasn't good—thin and watery, laced with greasiness.
However, knowing that Jin Mo had personally made it, he still drank most of it, and ate most of the chicken inside. Since waking up, this had been his most satisfying day of eating. Though his taste buds told him it tasted awful, he didn't feel any disgust; he swallowed the chicken soup entirely out of love for Jin Mo.
He sat on the edge of the hospital bed, unable to calm his mood for a long time, suppressing the fear in his heart as he felt an impending sense of loss.
