Chi Huan told him to let go, and Mo Shiqian didn't insist on holding onto her. His arms slowly loosened, then he picked up the cup of ginger tea, at just the right temperature, from the bedside.
With his other hand, he forcefully propped her up,
then brought the teacup to her lips, "Be good, open your mouth."
Chi Huan looked at him, her eyes finally focusing as if she truly saw him for the first time in that moment.
She didn't move, showing no intention of opening her mouth.
Mo Shiqian, patient as ever, spoke again, "Huanhuan, if you catch a cold, you'll get sick. Drink it up."
When he said these words, he thought she would throw a tantrum.
He preferred it when she threw tantrums at him.
But she remained quiet for a while then compliantly lowered her head and drank the entire cup of ginger tea.
After finishing, she didn't glance at him at all, instead, she turned over in bed and lay down again.
