"Please, don't hesitate. In life, who hasn't encountered tough times? I offer you a helping hand today. In the future, when I face difficulties, perhaps I will also encounter a kind person who will help me." Feng Qingxue scooped a spoonful of porridge to feed her. "Eat something. A good meal will lift your spirits, much like how a cured illness will. You must get well, for Tianqi's sake."
"Yes, yes, I have Tianqi. I must live well."
Each spoonful of porridge tinged with tears, Mrs. Zhao swallowed down. She choked up numerous times in the process.
