The room was warm with the charcoal fire burning.
When Wei Zhao woke up, the outside was already bright.
His head was a bit dizzy, and his stomach was uncomfortable. Wei Zhao took a moment and only after feeling a bit better did he with difficulty prop himself up, looking indifferent.
Yue Shan was guarding at the door, afraid of disturbing his rest, staying very quiet. Seeing him awake, he ran to call Yu Tingwan.
Soon, the girl brought porridge in.
She and Yue Shan had already eaten; this was for Wei Zhao.
Wei Zhao got up slowly, went to wash slowly.
For some reason, he always felt that Yu Tingwan's gaze occasionally fell on him.
Wei Zhao turned his head to look at her, and Yu Tingwan casually looked away.
So he didn't ask.
Sugar was added to the porridge again.
Wei Zhao did not like the sweet taste.
He had mentioned it many times, and Yu Tingwan had heard it.
