Su Yayan did not notice the brief exchange between the men. Her attention had been on Jiang Qingrun since she entered the room.
"How are you feeling lately?"
"I'm feeling pretty good." Jiang Qingrun seemed to have put on a little weight, and her face was rosy.
Other than the medicinal cuisine that Su Yayan got people to send over, it should also be because she saw the hope of recovery and her mood improved.
"I just feel a little sore from time to time. It's not very painful, just a little… a little… I can't really put my finger on it."
With Huo Chenhuan's experience, Su Yayan understood what she meant. She smiled and comforted her. "This is normal. It means that your muscles are slowly recovering and you can feel them. This process might take some time. We have to take it slow."
"I know." Jiang Qingrun's eyes lit up. Compared to her previous ignorance, she preferred this kind of pain.
