When a person has lost the will to live, it's a truly frightening thing.
Her Shiyi can't be like this.
...
...
Because both of them were patients, the meals were mainly light.
Soft, glutinous millet porridge, fragrant papaya and bird's nest stew.
Boiled cabbage, mushrooms with diced chicken, steamed fish, steamed ribs, and a pot of rich chicken broth.
Jiang Shiyi saw the servants pushing the food cart over, so she lifted the quilt, ready to get up.
Huangfu Yu frowned, "What are you getting up for?"
"I'm going to feed you." His injury wasn't suitable for sitting up, so she thought of feeding him first before she ate.
Huangfu Yu looked at her, his lips curved in pleasure, he smiled lightly, "No need, I'll have the servants raise the bed a bit higher, I can eat by myself."
"The doctor said you shouldn't move right now."
"I'm not moving, just raise it a bit higher, put a pillow behind my back, and I can eat slowly." Actually, it's not that delicate.
