Under Zuo Aiai's expression of 'You're just slightly injured, take care of yourself if you can. I won't spoil you,'
Ji Nanfeng took the bowl of fruit and oatmeal and actually began to eat.
Because he was indeed hungry.
He usually hid his emotions well, but suddenly going wild and lashing out earlier had drained his energy tremendously.
Zuo Aiai watched him pick up the spoon and start eating, and discreetly let out a sigh of relief.
She might have seemed calm and unbothered on the surface earlier, but deep down, she was quite worried. When she placed the bowl into his hand, she was really afraid he might angrily flip it over.
Of course, she was even more worried he wouldn't eat anything at all.
The doctor had said he was severely weakened due to blood loss. While medication was helping, proper nutrition was essential.
So seeing him eat, she couldn't help exhaling a breath of relief.
Ji Nanfeng heard her heavy sigh and raised his brows, glancing at her.
