"Cough…"
Yan Huan kept on coughing and she was losing her voice. Although she had been taking injections all this while, but that did not ease her persistent coughing which was painful to even listen to. Everyone was worried that the cough might injure her throat.
"Come Huanhuan, drink some loquat snow pear soup. I made it just for you. You will feel a lot better after you drink it."
Yi Ling took the spoon and placed it in front of Yan Huan. However, Yan Huan remained still. She was staring at the wall in front of her with nothing but blankness.
Yi Ling held the spoonful of soup closer to her mouth but she refused to take a sip. Suddenly, Yi Ling accidentally jiggled her fingers, causing the soup to spill on Yan Huan's clothes. Even so, she did not budge an inch as if she had lost her soul, neither eating nor drinking anything at all.
"Huanhuan! I beg you. Could you please just take a sip?"
