It wasn't until he turned around to get more porridge that she spoke softly.
"Your injury, is it okay?"
"Just a flesh wound, it's not serious."
Then, he brought the porridge over again, and she had to open her mouth and eat.
She really didn't have much appetite, but he kept feeding her, and she was too embarrassed to say no. She forced herself to eat both small bowls of porridge, and when she saw he was about to get more, she quickly spoke up.
"I'm... full."
Moses put down the bowl, pulled out a tissue to wipe her mouth, and got up to walk out of the room.
Watching him leave, Yu Yao finally let out a sigh of relief and turned her face back to look out the window.
It seemed like she was going to spend a boring day lying here; what a shame for such a rare good weather.
Just as she was frowning in frustration, she heard the door open again. She turned her face in confusion and saw Moses return, pushing a wheelchair.
