"Thank you, Sister Xiao Yue." Jin Yan smiled softly, looking up to see Tang Yue's gentle demeanor. After so many years of knowing each other, Jin Yan truly sees Tang Yue as her real sister. No, even those with blood relations like cousins aren't as close as she is with Tang Yue.
Illness struck quickly, and with Jin Yan feeling more sentimental than usual, especially at a time when her grandparents and parents aren't around, only Tang Yue is there to care for her. Jin Yan felt touched, and the corners of her eyes seemed to glisten with tears.
"The soup is delicious." Jin Yan took a sip of the three-flavor soup. The light, fresh soup still emitted steam, smelled fragrant, and tasted even better.
Even though Jin Yan didn't have much of an appetite, she couldn't help but drink more.
"If it's good, have some more. There's plenty of other dishes too, eat as much as you can."
"Getting your health back on track is what's important."
Tang Yue's gentle voice kept sounding.
