Must be said, Miki Kashiwagi was in pretty good physical shape. Waking up around four in the morning, by eight he was already out of bed, freshened up, and ready for breakfast.
Though his throat was still swollen to the point where he couldn't utter a single word, he managed well enough to communicate his needs using simple sign language.
"Careful, it's hot—" Li Xiao served up a steaming pot of vegetable congee, first scooping out a bowl with extra vegetables to let it cool, before dividing the rest between herself and Sakiko.
Chapter 41