A wave of warm stream flowed through the bottom of Shangguan Ning's heart.
She understood that it must have been prepared as ordered by Jing Yichen. He was so… unexpectedly caring.
How long had it been since she was taken care of, by someone else? It must have been many years ago.
She didn't have much appetite, but still tried to force some food down. The dishes were really delicious, which made her feel less sad.
When the food table was taken away, she took her medicine and fell asleep again.
Jing Yichen was having breakfast at the dining table in the living room. He listened to the report about Shangguan Ning's food habit from Aunt Wong, who had been serving her.
"Ms. Shangguan eats everything. It seems that she isn't particular about food. She tasted every side dish, drank up the milk and finished half a bowl of porridge."
