"You need to eat something light for a while. This will have to do for breakfast. I'll make you fish soup for lunch."
Ji Huan cooled the lightly salted vegetable congee with a spoon and placed it on the kang table, which she had also brought from home.
After the long night's ordeal, the wanderer was clearly drained of both physical and mental energy.
Even so, the moment Ji Huan pushed the door open, his eyes snapped open—an almost instinctual alertness.
Ji Huan had already formed some rough guesses about his identity, so she wasn't surprised.
She tossed out a "Wait here" and turned to go back to the kitchen.
After she left, the wanderer tried to get up, only to find his limbs had turned to stone, completely unresponsive. Even the slightest movement sent pain shooting deep into his bones.
His brow furrowed, but he refused to give up. After several attempts, a light sheen of sweat had formed on his forehead.
