At that moment, Lu Huai'an was in the kitchen of apartment 402, boiling a pot of congee for Lin Jiayu.
After a night's sleep, Lin Jiayu's common cold had worsened right on schedule, leaving her voice raspy and her sense of taste dulled.
That was how colds went: they always took a nosedive first, bottoming out at their absolute worst before they were willing to slowly bounce back.
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