Yan Qingrui first washed the rice, two-thirds used to cook rice, and one-third used to cook porridge.

The rice is for Mingyu Xingyun and the others. Shangguan Qianyu can only eat some easy-to-digest porridge, so the porridge is specially cooked for Shangguan Qianyu.

When the medicine is ready, the porridge is also ready. The porridge is soft and glutinous, with chicken, abalone, mushrooms and other things inside. It smells so fragrant that it will make people feel enlarged even if you smell it.

This abalone porridge is not difficult to make. The difficulty is that you have to master the heat well, which is not very difficult for Yan Qingrui.

She filled the medicine and porridge with a tray and took it to her room. Shangguan Qianyu was still lying on the bed.

Yan Qingrui went over, put the tray on the bedside table, and reached out to explore his forehead. In fact, for people with internal injuries, tapping his forehead was a useless action.

Yan Qingrui naturally understood that she was just subconsciously trying to be at peace.

She took a pillow, raised it a little higher for Shangguan Qianyu, brought the medicine bowl, scooped a spoonful of medicine, blew it gently, and sent it to Shangguan Qianyu's lips.

Shangguan Qianyu tried hard to open his eyes, his eyes were very deep and quiet. Looking at Yan Qingrui, there was no discomfort or pain in his eyes. On the contrary, he was filled with joy, as if he was in a very good mood when he saw Yan Qingrui willing to feed him medicine.

Yan Qingrui brought the medicine to his lips, and he opened his mouth obediently and drank it.

After taking a sip of the medicine, I couldn't help but frown. It was so bitter.

However, when Yan Qingrui's second spoonful of medicine was delivered to his lips, he was reluctant to drink it.

In this way, he kept looking at Yan Qingrui, frowned and drank the bowl of bitter medicine without leaving any drops.

He was obviously a lively person, but suddenly he was so weak that he couldn't move on the bed, which made Yan Qingrui puzzled. However, Shangguan Qianyu didn't seem to be pretending, so he shouldn't be so bored to deceive himself.

After Shangguan Qianyu finished drinking the medicine, Yan Qingrui took out a silk handkerchief and dipped it on the medicine juice on his lips.

He suddenly stretched out his hand, held Yan Qingrui's hand, and said sadly: "Qingrui... I didn't expect... you would be so kind to me... I thought... you never refused to forgive me anymore..."

Yan Qingrui let him hold it. Looking at his weak look, she was also in a low mood, her eyes were astringent, and her voice was mute: "Fool!"

Shangguan Qianyu put her hand on his face. Because he was weak in his hands, he was a little struggling, but he smiled and said, "Qingrui...you...forgive me...are you?"

Yan Qingrui said: "There is no forgiveness or not? I didn't blame you."

Shangguan Qianyu was very happy to get the answer. He grinned and coughed lightly, "I'm sure it's okay...you don't have to worry..."

Yan Qingrui turned her head and brought the abalone porridge over, saying, "Don't say so much, come and eat something first."

Shangguan Qianyu said: "Qingrui, it smells so good..."

Yan Qingrui fed him spoonful of porridge, and he drank all the puffs with honesty.

He always had a deep look, smiled at the corner of his lips, and looked at Yan Qingrui with satisfaction. Yan Qingrui sighed softly in her heart. She felt that something she had been insisting on seemed to have quietly collapsed.

However, although Shangguan Qianyu's current situation is not necessarily because of her kick, it is also caused by that kick. Besides, since she is not so indifferent to him, is there any meaning to persist?
Chapter completed!