Chapter 607: Chapter 607: He’s Getting Her to Eat

No matter how Aunt Zhou tried to comfort her, she just couldn’t take it in.

In her head, it was all Yuchen’s voice and his laughter. Thinking of him, her heart ached deeply, more painfully than any heartache she had felt before.

It was only at this moment that she realized, as long as he was alive, she wouldn’t care about anything else. In the face of death, nothing else seemed to matter.

But did she still have a chance to be with him properly?

The more An Ruo thought about it, the sadder she became, crying with a heartrending pain. It felt like her heart had been cast away, dead, never to be revived again.

She didn’t know how long she had cried, but she eventually fell into a deep, drowsy sleep.

In the midst of sleep, Aunt Zhou woke her to drink water and porridge, but she couldn’t swallow any of it, only sustaining her life on IV nutrition.

After sleeping for a day, she wasn’t as heartbroken and in much pain and even felt a little bit of energy returning.

When she woke up, she didn’t eat, but called Mo Hua instead to ask if there was any news about Tang Yuchen.

Mo Hua said they were still dragging the river, and he would contact her if there was any development.

An Ruo hung up the phone, feeling dejected, and stared blankly at the bed. Her eyes were swollen and red, her face pale, and she looked much more haggard.

Anyone who saw her like this would feel heartbroken.

Aunt Zhou came in with the porridge and, seeing her state, felt very sad.

“Miss An, please eat something. You haven’t eaten for several days now.”

An Ruo shook her head, moved her dry, white lips slightly, and murmured, “I don’t want to eat.”

She had absolutely no appetite, as if something were stuck in her throat, making her uncomfortable.

“I know you can’t eat, but you still have to try to eat a little.”

“Just leave it here.”

Seeing that persuasion was useless, Aunt Zhou placed the porridge on the bedside table and left the room.

The light outside the window was harsh. An Ruo squinted to look, feeling a burning sensation in her eyes, as if tears were about to flow again.

She lowered her gaze and closed her eyes, just then Kangkang walked into the room, approaching the bed and clumsily climbing onto it with both hands.

An Ruo, feeling his movement, lifted her eyes to look at him. The little one struggled onto the bed, his large eyes gazing at her earnestly.

Suddenly he reached out, pointing anxiously at the porridge on the bedside.

An Ruo pulled him into her arms. While he was tugging at her clothes, he pointed urgently at the porridge.

“What do you want to do, my darling?” An Ruo asked him, her voice hoarse.

He couldn’t speak, only kept pointing at the porridge.

She kissed his forehead and, with one hand, picked up the bowl and scooped a spoonful of porridge to feed him. She thought he wanted to eat.

As the spoon approached his lips, he shook his head vigorously, pushing her hand away and bringing the spoon to her lips.

An Ruo suddenly understood his intention, he wanted her to eat.