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Since that person saved him, they must have had some ulterior motive, so why haven't they shown up yet?
He tried to sort out the key points: saving him was most likely because he had some value to him.
If it's needed, why hasn't it appeared yet?
Are they waiting for something?
Mu Qinghan's gaze darkened. Was it... that he wasn't strong enough?
Strong enough to become a truly useful piece in the opponent's plan.
He stared at the intricate wood grain on the ceiling, his eyes narrowing slightly.
No matter who that person is or what their purpose is, only by becoming stronger can we truly take the initiative.
"Phew~ It's still a bit hot."
Tu Shan Ya Ya's soft voice came from outside the door, accompanied by the soft clinking of porcelain bowls.
She carried in a steaming bowl of porridge, walking very slowly.
The white porridge in the bowl was cooked until soft and smooth, and it was sprinkled with some chopped lean meat, which she added on purpose.
Knowing that Mu Qinghan was weak after his injury and needed to be nourished, they dared not put too much meat in the dish, fearing that his stomach, which had not eaten for a long time, would not be able to digest it.
She walked to the bedside and sat down gently. She carefully helped Mu Qinghan sit up and quickly placed a soft pillow behind his back so that he could comfortably lean against the headboard.
After doing all this, she picked up the spoon, scooped up a spoonful of warm porridge, first lowered her head and gently blew on the spoon a few times. Seeing that the steam was still rising, she simply brought the spoon to her lips and gently touched it with the tip of her tongue.
The temperature is just right, not too hot to burn your mouth.
Tu Shan Ya Ya raised her head and naturally handed the spoon to Mu Qing Han's lips, unconsciously coaxing him in a soft voice.
As soon as she finished speaking, she met Mu Qinghan's eyes, which held a strange look in them.
The boy's gaze fell on her lips, which had just touched the spoon. There was no aversion in his eyes, only a hint of surprise.
Tu Shan Ya Ya then belatedly realized that she had actually tested the temperature with her mouth!
Her cheeks instantly turned as red as if they had been burned, from her ears to her chin. She panicked and instinctively tried to take the spoon back.
Before she could even make a move, Mu Qinghan slightly opened his mouth and obediently brought the spoon closer.
Tu Shan Ya Ya was stunned. Her heart suddenly raced, as if a deer was pounding wildly in her chest, and even her fingertips felt slightly hot.
She suppressed the panic in her heart and gently fed him the porridge, even softening her breathing.
After Mu Qinghan slowly swallowed the porridge, she asked, trying to appear calm, but her voice trembled slightly.
"How...how does it taste?"
"Well enough."
Mu Qinghan's voice was still very soft, but his gaze unconsciously glanced at her slightly glossy red lips again, then quickly looked away and lowered his head slightly.
A faint red tinge appeared on the tips of her ears.
Chapter 79 "Suffering"
"So cold...so cold...my so cold..."
Old Mrs. Mu sat in a rattan chair in the Mu residence, clutching the white clothes her son had worn before he left.
Tears streamed down her cheeks, staining her clothes with dark lines, and her cries made one's heart clench.
She gazed at the empty courtyard outside the door. At this time last year, Qinghan was still practicing swordsmanship here, but now he was far away in Tushan, and she couldn't even see how badly he was injured.
My chest felt like it was blocked by something, making it hard to breathe.
Old Man Mu stood to the side, his rough hands holding the note that had just been sent from Tushan, his fingertips repeatedly rubbing the words "no longer in danger of losing his life."
He watched as his wife cried so hard she could barely stand, her eyes gradually filling with tears, her gaze falling on the empty west wing.
That was the house where Qinghan had lived for more than ten years, but the young man was no longer there.
He took a deep breath, suppressed his worries, and slowly walked to Grandma Mu's side, gently patting her trembling shoulder.
"It's okay...it's okay, don't worry," he said, his voice slightly hoarse, trying to sound calm.
“That Cuiyu Ling is a highly skilled doctor and wouldn’t lie to us. She sent word that our son is out of danger and just needs to rest and recover in a month.”
Even though he said that, he knew better than anyone else that no amount of comforting words could ease her longing without seeing her son.
"But...but it will hurt him so much!"
Grandma Mu suddenly clenched the white coat in her hand.
Her cries suddenly rose in pitch, but quickly caught in her throat, turning into soft sobs.
“He’s never been injured much since he was a child. If he falls down, I’ll hold his knee and blow on it for ages. I’m so protective of him, I’m afraid he’ll break if I hold him in my hands or melt if I keep him in my mouth. How did he get such a serious injury?”
"I almost... I almost never saw him again!"
Tears fell like broken beads onto the white-clad woman's clothes.
She raised her hand to wipe her face, but the more she wiped, the wetter it became, and her voice was full of despair.
How can I not feel heartbroken...?
“Cui Yuling only said that his life was no longer in danger, but when I think of him covered in blood, lying alone in a strange place, I… I feel a tightness in my chest, and I can’t even sleep!”
Before she could finish speaking, she leaned against the armrest of the wicker chair, her shoulders trembling violently.
Old Man Mu stood to the side, still clutching the crumpled letter in his hand; the edges of the letter had long been frayed from being repeatedly rubbed by him.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say a few words of comfort, but the words stuck in his throat.
When he saw Qinghan, who was seriously injured and on the verge of death, at the border, he almost fainted on the spot.
Qinghan was his pride, his youngest son whom he praised to everyone he met, someone more important than half his own life.
But now his son is suffering thousands of miles away, and he can't even bring him a cup of hot water. This sense of powerlessness is like a boulder, making it hard for him to breathe, and his eyes are already red and shiny.
Just then, footsteps came from outside the door, and Mu Shenqi walked in with his head down.
He watched his mother cry until she almost fainted, then glanced at his silent father, his Adam's apple bobbing violently. With a thud, he knelt on the cold ground, his knees hitting the ground.
"Mom...please don't be like this. Qinghan...he will come back safe and sound."
Mu Shenqi's voice was hoarse, his fingertips digging deeply into his palms, guilt overwhelming him like a tidal wave.
"Mom, I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I didn't protect Qinghan well..."
"I promise, when he comes back, I will never let him be in any danger again. I will keep a close eye on him!"
Upon hearing this, Old Lady Mu slowly raised her head, looking at the gray marks left on her son's knees and the bloodshot eyes.
She reached out her still trembling hand and gently placed it on Mu Shenqi's head, the warmth of her palm passing through his hair.
“You’re so brave. I’m not blaming you. You’re my good child. The fact that you’re safe and sound is my greatest fortune.”
She paused, gently stroking her son's hair with her fingertips, her voice full of pleading.
"Promise me that if you can't even guarantee your own safety in the future, you must never take any risks, okay?"
"Qinghan is a straightforward child. When he comes back, you must keep an eye on him. Only when you two are both well can your mother feel at ease."
Mu Shenqi nodded vigorously, tears finally streaming down his face. He raised his hand to wipe his face, his voice firm.
"Yes, I promise you, Mother... I will take good care of Qinghan from now on and never let you and Father worry about us again."
"Sigh, I wonder if Qinghan will have trouble adjusting to the environment over there? Are those monsters too vulgar and bad for Qinghan? Qinghan must have suffered a lot."
A few rays of sunlight shone through the window, warming the dishes on the small table.
On the emerald green porcelain plate, the crystal shrimp dumplings shimmered with pinkish-white light, the crab roe xiaolongbao steamed with heat, and the osmanthus sweet porridge glistened with delicate light.
Each dish was made by Tu Shan Ya Ya after trying it several times according to the recipe.
She held the small white porcelain spoon between her fingertips, carefully scooped up half a spoonful of porridge, blew on it three times before bringing it to Mu Qinghan's lips, her voice filled with undisguised anticipation.
Seeing the sparkle in her eyes, Mu Qinghan finally followed her lead and opened his mouth.
The delicate porridge glides over the tongue, the sweetness of osmanthus mingling with the aroma of rice, spreading between the lips and teeth, and the temperature is just right to soothe the throat.
After swallowing, he gently touched the cool rim of the plate with his fingertips. "Hmm, it tastes very good, much better than what the chef at the Mu family makes."
"Hehehe, I'm glad you like it!"
Tu Shan Ya Ya's eyes lit up instantly. She sat down opposite him, propped her elbows on the table and rested her chin on her hand, staring intently at him.
Seeing his cheeks slightly puffed out, he looked just like the little squirrel that used to steal nuts in the backyard when I was a child.
The sense of accomplishment from "successfully feeding" welled up inside me, and even my voice softened a bit.
"Qinghan is such a good eater. Ah~ have another shrimp dumpling, I peeled it for you."
Mu Qinghan paused, her fingers holding the bowl of porridge twitching slightly, and her brows furrowed slightly.
He looked up at Tu Shan Ya Ya across from him, who was looking at him expectantly. Her swaying hair was reflected in his dark eyes, and his eyebrows were slightly raised.
"I'm not a child anymore, don't always talk to me like my mother."
"Hmm? Call me 'Mother' and let me hear it."
Tu Shan Ya Ya froze as soon as she spoke, her ears burning red as she looked at Mu Qing Han's slightly darkened gaze.
"Hmm? What did I call you?"
She suddenly raised her hand to cover her mouth, the downy hair behind her ears turning pink, and quickly waved her hand.
"Ahem, I spoke too quickly! It was just a conditioned reflex because you were eating so well. Sorry, sorry!"
As she spoke, she simply got up, walked around to Mu Qinghan's side, and softly leaned over to hug his arm.
With her other hand, she picked up the warm honey water from the table, gently touched the rim of the cup to his lips, and softened her voice.
"Don't be upset, drink some water to calm down. You just ate shrimp dumplings, so this will help cleanse your palate."
Suddenly, the door was gently pushed open.
Cui Yuling held a small celadon porcelain bottle in one hand, the bottle still stained with some light yellow marks of medicine, and lifted her skirt with the other hand, her voice full of excitement.
"Ya Ya! I just finished testing a new medicine at the pharmacy, it's specially for treating scars, you should give it to Mu Xiaozi to try..."
Before she could finish speaking, she looked up and was greeted by a warm and cozy scene inside the room.