It seems like having gotten an answer, he can be with her.
"Mm." Ye Ranran nodded with difficulty.
She didn't know what this nod meant for her and Jun Mochan, and even more, she didn't know what bigger troubles might follow this nod.
However, she thought, the biggest trouble wouldn't be worse than Fu Rong's death, right?
"It must have cooled, you should have the congee now." Ye Ranran didn't want to continue talking with Fu Rong, so she picked up the congee that had been set aside for a while and said.
This time Fu Rong didn't say anything, he nodded and obediently drank it one mouthful at a time.
After eating, Ye Ranran tucked the corners of the blanket for Fu Rong and said, "Hurry and rest, you need more rest now."
Fu Rong moved slightly, and Ye Ranran held his shoulder down and asked, "What are you doing?"
In her urgency, her voice involuntarily rose and sounded rather sharp.
Fu Rong was not angry, instead, he smiled broadly: "You're worried about me?"
