Zhuo Junyue looked at her, his face lacking any color.
Without eating anything all night, it's already past ten o'clock. How could the stomach handle not having something?
"Be good, eat a bit to recover faster."
Su Ningyan lay on the bed, looking at him, reached out to touch his face, "Honey, haven't you eaten either?"
"Yeah, let's just pretend we're eating together, okay?"
She didn't need to ask to know for sure that he hadn't slept a wink last night.
She still remembered him coaxing her to take medicine, then she didn't remember much afterwards, just kept hearing his voice, always comforting her.
"Okay..."
How could she bear it, they were supposed to be happily on their honeymoon, yet now she fell ill, making him take care of her.
Zhuo Junyue made a call and immediately had someone bring up some food.
Now, all the meals were personally overseen by the secret guards, ensuring nothing would go wrong again.
