Su Ye felt a tightness in her chest.
She lowered her head, unable to look at him any longer.
Then, she raised a hand, picked up the bowl of medicinal soup from the table, and held it out to him.
"Drink your medicine."
After she spoke, she fell silent.
With her silence, the atmosphere instantly grew still.
But the silence grew more and more oppressive.
Su Ye was still fuming when she turned her head and noticed his emotions were extremely unstable.
Somehow, Su Ye laughed out of sheer exasperation.
'He has the nerve to be angry?'
'After doing this to himself, what right does he have to be angry??'
'If it weren't for the fact that the flare-up from his Curse hadn't fully subsided...'
Thinking about his flare-up, Su Ye's frustration dissipated a little. She glanced at him again.
'In the end, he's still a patient who needs to be looked after.'
She reached out again, picked up the spoon beside her, scooped up a spoonful, and brought it to his lips.
"Drink."
