Zhang Huai watched her with a look of frustrated helplessness—it was the same every time she soaked her feet. He grabbed a cotton towel, dried her feet, and carried her to the bed. Juhua's eyes were half-closed, too weak to even lift a hand. Huai Zi haphazardly removed her clothes and pulled the quilt over her. By then, she was already sound asleep.
Huai Zi shook his head, went back to empty the water, and tidied everything up. Only then did he get into bed, carefully pulling the sleeping Juhua into his arms and resting his own arm under her neck. 'I'll talk to her in the morning,' he thought.
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When Juhua finally got to drink the rich, fragrant milk she'd been longing for, she was absolutely over the moon. She adored drinking milk. It was a pity she didn't know how to use it in cooking; otherwise, things like steamed buns and pastries would surely taste even better with a little milk added.
