C111 Happiness Is at the Top of the Clouds

After quietly eating the porridge, the palace maid served him another bowl of medicine. I looked at him once more, but he didn't even raise his head as he looked at the book in his hands.

It was a bitter taste, and I had to pick it up and drink it clean.

The snow outside was falling in a rustle, and he was feeling better. He was sitting close to me