Ruan Tianling sat up slightly. "Seven to eight hours? Why does it take so long to stew?"
Jian Yufei smiled and said, "Slow-cooking over a very low flame brings out the flavor."
Ruan Tianling took the bowl and downed it in one gulp.
He savored it briefly and said, "It does taste special, there's a hint of herbal medicine."
"Of course, I used traditional Chinese medicine to stew it." Jian Yufei took the bowl and set it aside. She helped him lie down and said, "Get some rest early, stop reading the newspaper."
Suddenly, Ruan Tianling felt unusually drowsy. Being who he was, he quickly sensed something was wrong.
"Yufei, you..." He tried to prop himself up, but he quickly passed out.
Jian Yufei tucked him in carefully, her gaze flickering as she looked at him.
"Ruan Tianling, don't blame me. You've always been the one protecting us, but now it's my turn to protect you."
Jian Yufei placed a pre-written letter into his hand, pressing it down with the blanket.
