When Feng Wei returned, it was already night. He hurriedly prepared the medicine and cooked porridge, which he brought into the room.
Seeing a small basket full of sugar-coated peanuts on the table, he was taken aback, "Young Master?"
Mo Heng sat in front of the window, the cool breeze touching his face. Without turning around, he asked softly, "Is there bamboo outside the window?"
Feng Wei glanced outside with curiosity and replied, "There is a clump of water bamboo." His eyes then widened with surprise, "Young Master! Your eyes..."
"I heard it," Mo Heng interrupted him.
Disappointment was unmistakable on Feng Wei's face, "Young Master! Your eyes will surely get better! Just keep taking your medicine!" He brought the medicine over.
Mo Heng didn't knock over the medicine bowl this time but picked it up and drank the medicine without pause.
Feng Wei was somewhat astonished, as he had been ready for the bowl to be knocked over and to serve another, "Young Master?"
