"Mmm, it tastes good, doesn't it? Everything I bring is of course all good, the water is delicious, and so are the pastries. Do you have the energy to eat some pastries now? Go ahead, eat."
Chiang Xiao also sighed with relief.
She quickly glanced at Meng Xinian and saw his hands trembling slightly.
Her heart ached, and a deep sympathy for him surged within her.
Meng Xinian was never one to wear his emotions on his sleeve, especially towards others. He always seemed a bit cold. But no matter how he usually cursed at Zhao Xin, even pursuing personal vendettas, when Zhao Xin told her about Du Jinruo's case, he had severely punished Zhao Xin.
Yet in his heart, he still held them in high regard.
Before she came, she didn't know how much pain he was in, how heavy his heart was.
Watching Zhao Xin inch toward death.
And he still couldn't lose control, not even a bit.
Chiang Xiao whispered to Meng Xinian, "Brother Xinian, Xinzi will be alright, believe me."