After waiting for Chu Ci to enter the independent washroom in the ward, Yan Ting withdrew his gaze.
His sight finally fell on the little bird that was playing on a plant.
His black eyes narrowed. He originally left this little bird behind so that Chu Ci would not follow him around all day long, but when he looked at it again now, he felt that this little bird was a bit of an eyesore.
Such a small thing has been hanging around in front of Chu Ci for too long.
Perhaps noticing Yan Ting's gaze, the little bird chirped a few times, fluttered its body, and hid itself a little more tightly.
The little body, which was filled with food, was tucked into the soft and thick curtains, with only its long tail feathers dragging behind it, shaking back and forth. It was only concerned with its own head, looking stupid.
Yan Ting shifted his gaze indifferently. The sharp pain in his stomach made him squint his eyes. Finally, he frowned and fell into a deep sleep again in a dizzy state.
When he was suddenly awakened by his mental state during this period, the sky was gradually getting brighter. It was probably only an hour or two that had passed.
There was no one else in the ward except Chu Ci sitting on the sofa. There were several lunch boxes on the coffee table in front of the sofa. One of them had been eaten, and on the other side was rice porridge packed in a plastic box.
The little bird that had been hiding also came to her side, pecking at the bird food that she had also scattered aside from time to time.
The little girl just curled up on the sofa, continuing to stuff her mouth with contentment. Perhaps she noticed his gaze, and she puffed out her cheeks, chewed hard, and looked up at him.
She had washed herself clean, and her black hair was neatly tied behind her head. As it swayed slightly, two or three strands of hair brushed against her fair cheeks.
She was wearing slightly neutral clothes, but still looked particularly well-behaved and cute. When she was a spiritual creature before, there was no big feeling about her. But now, in the light slowly falling from the window, the little girl was shining white.
It's clean and refreshing, as if it has nothing to do with ghosts, monsters, spiritual powers or anything like that.
She swallowed the steamed bun in her mouth, took out a thermos from the pile of bags next to her, and then stood up and walked to the head of the bed with the thermos.
Yan Ting subconsciously wanted to sit up, but was held down by Chu Ci again. Chu Ci sat on the accompanying chair at the head of the bed and said softly, "Don't move. Lie still. The IV will be finished soon."
Yan Ting's head was no longer as dizzy as before, his heavy body felt much lighter, and his stomach was no longer as uncomfortable. When he heard Chu Ci's words, he obediently did not move, but stared at Chu Ci with his pair of black eyes.
Yesterday's hazy, irritable mood had long since faded away, and his eyes had regained clarity and calmness. He unconsciously licked his molars with the tip of his tongue and glanced at the medicine bottle hanging above his head.
Then she smelled the fragrant and glutinous aroma of rice porridge. Chu Ci had already opened the thermos, and hot steam was coming out of it. She scooped out a bowl of it, which was millet porridge.
After stirring the porridge with a spoon and blowing on it a few times, Chu Ci looked at him and put the spoonful of cooled millet porridge to his mouth, "Eat."
Yan Ting felt the bitterness in his mouth and the pain in his throat, then he opened his mouth and swallowed the warm rice porridge.
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