As Xiao Yanyan and the little maid left the room, I let out a deep breath.
I gently lowered Mùróng Zhuó back into the bed and tucked the quilt around him. Looking at his emaciated and haggard state, I completely threw to the winds the fact that he had just knocked over his medicine bowl. Right now, I felt only heartache for him, with no trace of blame.
"Are you hungry?"
Chapter 60