"Ling'er, Ling'er?" Min Nan called softly once again, his tone tinged with a careful sweetness.
Ye Ling didn't wake up, but she also didn't appear to be having any more nightmares. She simply lay there with her eyes closed.
After watching for a while, Min Nan, feeling somewhat reluctant, stood up and carried the basin as he left the room.
Ye Ling had collapsed due to an all-nighter, excessive physical exertion, and emotional stress. After a good night's sleep, she soon woke up.
Upon getting out of bed, Ye Ling caught a whiff of the rich aroma of food. She headed to the kitchen, where Aunt Hua was busy chopping white radishes. Aunt Hua's eyes brightened when she saw Ye Ling and immediately said, "Ling Ling, you're awake? I've cooked shrimp congee for you. Come and have some."
