Are these the same?
Xu Musen looked at Yao Mingyue's rosy cheeks, and he also wanted to gloss over this topic.
"The bloodstain on the quilt... is it from your hand?"
Xu Musen noticed that Yao Mingyue's right hand was still bandaged.
"What else?"
Yao Mingyue squinted and smiled: "You were all soft and weak yesterday. Do you think you still had the ability to do anything bad?"
Xu Musen couldn't rebut; recalling yesterday's events and looking at Yao Mingyue's injured hand, her still somewhat frail complexion, and the hot porridge and medicinal soup she had brought over on the table beside her.
Xu Musen slowly got out of bed, wanting to let Yao Mingyue lie down and rest for a while, and he looked at the hot porridge and soup on the table.
"Have you eaten?"
"I'm not hungry."
Yao Mingyue shook her head; in fact, her head was still a bit groggy.
"When you're sick, eating to replenish nutrition is the best medicine. You must eat."
