"Huowang, you don't need to feed me. I can eat by myself—I'm not paralyzed." Yang Na snatched the spoon from Li Huowang's hand, scooped up some plain congee from the bowl, and put it into her mouth.
After taking two bites, she looked up at Li Huowang in front of her. "Huowang, why are you staring at me? Eat too."
Li Huowang, who had been standing there blankly, smiled and nodded, then began eating breakfast with her.
"Not bad. You're pretty good at taking care of someone. I was worried before—I didn't expect I'd underestimated you. Did you learn this before?" Wu Qi walked over and asked.
Li Huowang shook his head and continued eating. "No. I just saw it often enough back when I was in the hospital, so I know a little."
Compared to before, Yang Na was clearly looking much better. Lately, she no longer blamed herself so much, and her emotions seemed far more stable. At least, in everyone else's eyes, she was doing much better.
But only Li Huowang understood that she had not gotten better. She had gotten sicker. It was only because her logic had become self-consistent that she looked relatively normal.
Footsteps sounded, and Qing Wanglai walked over with a coffee in one hand. "Don't you two share the same worldview? If her situation counts as illness, then what does yours count as?"
Li Huowang glared at him furiously. "Get the hell out!"
When he saw Yang Na's expression fall and tears begin to well in her eyes, Li Huowang could no longer spare any attention for Qing Wanglai. He directly picked Yang Na up around the waist and carried her inside.
After properly soothing Yang Na, Li Huowang came out of the room, and Qing Wanglai approached him again. "I just