"Ah Jiu, have some porridge first."
Jun Yuyan ladled another bowl of shredded chicken porridge and walked over to the bedside.
Murong Jiu watched him intently, tearful for a reason she could not fathom.
"Miss!"
Chun Tao hurried over with a handkerchief.
At this time, Divine Doctor Zhai stopped the young maid, "Alright, let's go out for now. let them talk."
It's often said that experience comes with age, and Divine Doctor Zhai could tell they needed space to speak privately, so he promptly made room.
Murong Jiu wiped her tears, pursed her lips, and found herself at a loss for words.
She clearly had so much to say to him.
Jun Yuyan tenderly stroked her head, "It is said that women are made of water. I've only recently understood this, Ah Jiu. If it pains you, cry it out. It'll be alright, and I will always be with you."
Murong Jiu sniffled, her eyes tearstained, "Why are you so silly? Don't you ever sleep? If I didn't wake up, would you never sleep?"
