Watching her mother cry hoarsely, Jiang Yue could not bear to refuse any longer. She pulled both her mother and Xingxing into her arms, but her other hand silently gripped the soup bowl even tighter.
The sweetness that entered her throat turned into an unbearable, irrepressible bitterness.
Having secretly coordinated with Hong Yuan, the doctor who came described Jiang Yue's condition as that of fragile colored glaze requiring ample rest before travel, thereby buying her a few more days to stay in the Capital.
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