Huo Ci had not expected her to feel sorry for him. Joy flashed across his eyes. He had just woken up, and his voice was a little hoarse as a hint of joy appeared on the corners of his lips. "Okay."
The dishes were all cold, and the steamed buns were already cold.
However, he felt that this was the best food he had ever eaten. He was satisfied.
Nangong Lengyu guarded her best friend's spirit for three days, while Huo Ci accompanied her for three days. He served her tea and food so that she could conserve her strength and not faint from exhaustion.
For a long, long time after Dongfang Chu was buried, Nangong Lengyu still had not recovered. She could not accept the fact that she had already left.
During this period of time, he had performed very well. He did not shout at her every day, nor did he find fault with her. He knew how to feel sorry for her.