The bowl of soup on the table was steaming, wisps of vapor curling up to form a hazy halo in the dim light.
I stood beside the table, my gaze drawn to the bowl. The steam blurred my vision, but it could not cool the concern for Mùróng Zhuó burning in my heart.
Without a second thought, I reached out and picked up the warm enamel bowl, skillfully spooning a full serving. The soup rippled slightly at the rim of the spoon, giving off an enticing aroma.
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