Wen Rou wore a white dress, holding a thermos flask in her hand, a faint smile graced her face. Seen from a distance, she carried an extraordinary aura; up close, she emanated an elegant calmness.
She sat down next to Luo SuiFeng with a gentle smile, and carefully opened the thermos flask, "This is the bird's nest porridge I made for you. Give it a try."
At the sight of Wen Rou, Luo SuiFeng's previously dull heart seemed to wipe away all its heaviness.
The aroma of the food brought a smile to his face.
It seemed to taste a bit like happiness.
Wen Rou watched him eat leisurely, a pleased expression on her face.
"How is your body feeling? Have you recovered?"
"I'm fine now."
A look of appeasement on Wen Rou's face, "SuiFeng..."
She seemed to want to say something, then hesitated, appearing troubled.
