Gu Jiangli scooped up a spoonful and held it to Jiang Huaizhi's lips.
Jiang Huai was stunned, his pupils trembled slightly, and he did not open his mouth.
Gu Jiangli smiled faintly, "It contains pears, so it's sweet and not bitter."
Her spoon moved a few more inches forward.
Jiang Huaizhi seemed unable to refuse and opened his mouth to drink it.
Gu Jiangli felt much more at ease.
She had made a decision when she dragged him into the water that day: if Jiang Huaizhi really fell ill because of this, she would take good care of him.
It would be a good opportunity to strengthen our relationship.
But Jiang Huaizhi was different from usual today; he looked dazed.
"Huaizhi, is it good?" she asked softly.
"It's...delicious."
As long as it tastes good, that's all that matters. She stayed up all night to make it; it's all from her heart.
After finishing her bowl of soup, she put away the bowl and chopsticks.
At this moment, Jiang Huaizhi let out another slight cough.
Gu Jiangli then pulled his blanket up a little.
Thinking of his illness, she asked again, "Huaizhi, I've noticed you've never been in good health. Did you have a serious illness when you were young that you never recovered from?"
Jiang Huaizhi narrowed his eyes slightly and replied, "Yes, I had a high fever when I was a child, and it's been like this ever since."
He explained it away in a few words, seemingly unwilling to go into details.
He didn't want to bring it up, and Gu Jiangli was also sensible enough not to ask any further questions. "I see. It's alright. With proper care, you'll definitely get better."
After she finished speaking, she glanced out the window.
My parents have already arrived.
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