Ignoring his wife's mockery, Yan Zhenyue pulled the woman into his arms.

Her voice was hoarse, sorrowful, and choked with sobs: "Yingru, you must take care of yourself. Our family's happiness has only just begun..."

Lin Yingru had a rare good night's sleep and felt full of energy. Usually, if her husband said that, she would feel a pang of sadness in her heart.

At this moment, she found her husband's behavior amusing. "I'm perfectly fine, aren't I? I had a rare good night's sleep last night. I feel like I'm completely recovered."

What she didn't say was that after taking a bath last night, the ailments that had plagued her for the past few years seemed to be leaving her.

I feel incredibly energetic right now. The only discomfort is that my stomach feels empty, and all I can think about right now is filling my stomach.

"Brother Yue, I'm hungry. Hurry up and get me something to eat, anything is fine, I feel like I could eat a whole cow."

She reached out and patted the man's shoulder, signaling him to hurry up and get ready.

The man first glanced at her with bloodshot eyes, then released her with trembling hands.

Her voice choked with sobs and filled with despair: "Okay, Yingru, you have to wait for me."

Then, trembling, he turned and went downstairs.

Fifteen minutes later, Yan Zhenyue brought in a bowl of yam and minced meat porridge.

Before the tray could be placed on the bedside table, the woman took the small bowl away.

Immediately following was the sound of a woman wolfing down her porridge.

Before Yan Zhenyue could react, the woman handed the empty bowl to her husband, smacking her lips with a hint of lingering satisfaction.

"Give me another bowl, it's gone before I've even had two bites."

Yan Zhenyue took the bowl with trembling hands and hurriedly ran downstairs to serve her another bowl.

In ten minutes, Yan Zhenyue went up and down the stairs three times before the woman wiped her mouth, put down her bowl and chopsticks, and let out a burp.

Yan Zhenyue's face was so pale that he looked like he was about to collapse at any moment.

No wonder he was nervous; ever since his wife fell ill, she could only eat a small half-bowl of food, and her internal organs were atrophying to varying degrees.

To him, everything now seems more like a final burst of energy before death.

Just now, downstairs, while he was serving the last bowl, he called Yan Xiao. The two children should be arriving soon, and he hoped his wife could hold on and see the children one last time.