Han Moze's eyelids quivered open and he spoke in a feeble voice. "Isn't it time to eat? Go ahead. Don't worry about me. I have no appetite."
Liu Rushuang immediately sat up and turned to look at his pale, sickly complexion. "How could I? I'll get something to feed you," she said with furrowed brows.
With that said, she got out of bed and drew the covers over him. Then, she turned to leave.
He watched her with a faint smile.
Very quickly, she intructed the palace maid to cook him various dishes and placed them by his bedside.
She picked up the bowl of rice and carefully fed him.
Han Moze laid back on his pillow and chewed the food she fed him with a slight smile on his face.
"You should eat something too. Don't just feed me everything," he said with an extremely weak voice.
Liu Rushuang curled her lips reluctantly. "It's fine, it wouldn't be too late to eat after this."
She continued to feed him.
