C393 Wind and clouds

"Huai Chun, drink a little more." Mother Song sat at Song Huaichun's bedside with the fish soup, persuading him with kind words.

Song Huaichun was half lying on the bed, her face expressionless. Hearing Mother Song's words, she looked away in disdain and waved her hand tiredly: "I don't want to eat it, carry it away."

"How can you not eat?" Mother Song was extremely anxious