Song Wei's pressure was neither too light nor too heavy. Although it couldn't completely stop the pain, it somewhat alleviated it. Wen Wan felt very comfortable and fell asleep shortly after.
When she woke again, it was already completely dark outside.
The room was lit by candlelight, and the light was somewhat dim, with a faint smell of ink in the air.
Wen Wan got up and saw Song Wei sitting by the desk, writing something.
Hearing movement, Song Wei looked up, "You're awake? Are you feeling better?"
Wen Wan nodded, "It doesn't hurt anymore."
"Are you hungry?"
Wen Wan touched her stomach, indeed feeling a bit hungry.
Song Wei put down his pen, got up, and went outside. Soon, several men dressed as shop servants came in one by one carrying food boxes, quickly filling the round table in the outer room.
When Wen Wan came out, fully dressed, she noticed the dishes were all very light, and there was also a bowl of jujube, brown sugar, and ginger water.
