C921 Not a Thing

"Where have you been today? It took you so long," Yang Huimin asked.

"I made you some soup. Come on, have a little," Jingyun said, bringing the bowl to the bedside, ready to feed her.

Hearing this, Yang Huimin finally opened her mouth.

After taking a sip, she remarked, "This soup is pretty good."

Jingyun smiled, "Then have some more."

Yang Huimin drank two bowls of soup