Wanxin watched the emaciated Xiao Jinyu and softly persuaded, "Your Consort knows that you are worried about Concubine Han, but you must also take care of yourself. You have lost a lot of weight. If Concubine Han saw that you had harmed yourself for her sake, she would certainly be sad too."
When Xiao Jinyu remained unmoved, Wanxin continued to urge, "If you fell, what would become of Concubine Han? She is still waiting for you."
Upon hearing this, Xiao Jinyu froze for a moment, thinking of Ayan, who was growing thinner by the day in bed. These past few days, he hadn't been able to chat properly with her.
Every time he spoke at length, it would take Ayan half a day to respond, and just uttering one sentence would exhaust all her strength.
He picked up the small bowl in front of him and looked up at Wanxin. He saw her retrieve another bowl, scoop some soup, and then sip it slowly.