Hua Manman walked over, carrying a bowl of chicken soup.
"As the saying goes, 'People are iron, but food is steel.' You'll be weak with hunger if you skip a single meal.
"Even if you have no appetite, Prince, you must eat a little something. If you ruin your health by starving yourself, I'll be so distressed."
Li Ji turned his head. His gaze swept over her face before landing on the bowl of chicken soup in front of him.
"I said I have no appetite. I don't want to eat. Take it away."
Hua Manman could tell that Prince Zhao was not in a good mood.
But she wasn't very good at comforting people.
'Besides, her comfort might not be effective anyway.'
'After all, she wasn't Prince Zhao; she couldn't truly empathize with him.'
'No matter how much she said, it would be useless. It would just sound like empty words from someone who doesn't understand the pain.'
Hua Manman put down the chicken soup, gathered her skirts, and sat on a low stool beside him, quietly keeping him company.
