When Yue Jiaojiao opened her eyes again, the sun was already high in the sky.
The spot under the blanket had already turned cold. The moment she moved, Chengfeng, who had been huddling at the side of the bed, immediately stood up and ran to the small kitchen to pull on Zhao Zhan's trousers.
Zhao Zhan carried Chengfeng to his bowl and placed the goat's milk and meat that had been dried in the air into the bowl. Then, he washed his hands, put the breakfast on the tray, and walked into the room.
"Zhao Zhan."
Yue Jiaojiao lay lazily on the bed, not wanting to move. She only turned over when she saw Zhao Zhan enter the room.
I've brought the food in. Zhao Zhan walked over and picked her up. Then, he wrapped her in a blanket and held her in his arms. He whispered, "Do you want to get up and eat?"
"I don't want to move." Yue Jiaojiao lay limply in his arms and mumbled, "I don't have any strength."
"Do you want me to feed you?"
