" Come in."
Fu Yu Sheng pushed open the door to his bedroom with a tray in his hands. His gaze raked over Fu Chen who was fast asleep and then at Song Yan, she wasn't sleeping, in fact, she wasn't even lying on the bed. Sitting with her back straight she was looking at the moon that was shining brightly in the sky outside the French window, from his point of view she looked like a doll.
One without life and no emotions.
" Are you feeling okay?" He asked placing the tray on the tea table that sat in front of the French window and turning to look at her. Because she was still slightly feverish, her complexion was still rather pale but Fu Yu Sheng knew that something else was bothering her. " Do you want to take your medicines first or would you like to drink the chicken soup first?"
