Indeed, upon hearing these words, Jiubo's eyes brightened a bit, "Oh, it's you! I super love the sweet and sour fish from Lotus Spring Garden."
"If you like it, how about I make it for you another day?"
Zhen Muqing also tentatively reached out to touch his head. Jiubo instinctively wanted to dodge, but reconsidering that this person could make sweet and sour fish for him, he endured it and let her touch him briefly.
"Really? Can you make it for me tomorrow?" Jiubo asked, full of hope.
Zhen Muqing's eyes sparkled, and she said with a smile, "Sure, as long as you behave and let me treat your illness, I promise you."
At this moment, Lan Jin saw that the curtains were tightly closed, blocking out all light, so she walked over and drew them open.
But unexpectedly, Jiubo's cry of agony erupted immediately: "Ahhhhhh—"
He reflexively hugged his head, letting out a pained howl.
His delicate, pale little face now looked even more pallid, white to the point of near transparency.
