C1385

"Don't …"

She slept soundly every day, and her taste buds and stomach felt nothing.

"You haven't eaten anything yet. Why don't I bring you a bowl of millet congee?"

The servant was worried.

A bitter smile appeared on the corners of Yuwen Nansheng's mouth.

She couldn't remember how long it had been since she'd eaten.

Even the memories of his illness had degenerated.

"Queen