Lan Xiao's eyes started to tear up.
She picked up the bowl of ginger soup and held it carefully in her hands, as if she was holding a rare treasure.
She looked at the dark red ginger soup in the White porcelain bowl with a blurred vision. The smell of ginger and brown sugar slowly assaulted her nose.
Her nose started to sting.
She held the ginger soup and looked at it in a daze, not even willing to drink it.
When her heart was cold and lonely, she did not expect that it was the Wen family who gave her such a rare warmth.
At this moment, she held the ginger soup in her hands and missed Wen Muchu very much.
"Hurry up and drink it, but don't drink it too cold, or you won't be able to force out the chill in your body. Quickly drink this bowl of ginger soup, then lie down on the bed, wrap yourself up in the blanket, and sleep again. You'll be fine once you sweat." Wen Leyang's mother reminded her gently.
