He picked up the warm ceramic bowl, holding it carefully between his large hands, and sat back down on the edge of the mattress.
"Drink," Lin Feng ordered softly, holding the bowl out to her.
Ji'an didn't argue.
She sat up, wrapping her cold, trembling fingers around the warm ceramic, and took a slow sip.
The dark, sweet syrup slid down her throat, carrying a sharp, fiery kick of fresh ginger.
The moment the liquid hit her stomach, a spreading wave of intense, soothing warmth bloomed outward.
The fiery heat of the ginger actively began to combat the cold, cramping spasms of her uterus, wrapping her internal organs in a comforting, thermal blanket.
She let out a long, ragged sigh of absolute relief, her tense shoulders dropping two inches.
