Ji Chengzhou felt stifled and helpless, adjusted her to a comfortable sleeping position, and then fell asleep holding her.
The next day.
Sang Qian woke up with a splitting headache and propped herself up from the sofa.
"Qianqian, are you awake?"
Chen Qiurong's voice came from inside the sick room.
Sang Qian tapped her forehead, "Grandma, I'm awake."
"Chengzhou said there is honey water and white porridge on the coffee table. Eating them should help relieve your headache."
Sang Qian looked at the coffee table; indeed, there was a cup of brewed honey water and a bowl of white rice porridge. She got up and entered the sick room, "Grandma, have you had breakfast yet?"
"I have eaten. Chengzhou brought me some porridge." Chen Qiurong's gaze fell on Sang Qian's lips, "Did you get your wish last night?"
Sang Qian looked baffled, "What?"
