Fortunately, after a night of turmoil, Olivia Taylor felt nothing but physical fatigue and a little muscle soreness; there were no other discomforting symptoms.
It was still early, Aunt Lucy touched her forehead again, finally relaxing the worried look on her face, "Ah, thank heavens, your fever's gone. Are you hungry?"
Olivia hadn't had a proper meal for quite some time and the illness had consumed most of her energy. Now she felt a slight pang of hunger.
She obediently nodded her head, and Aunt Lucy immediately replied with a smile, "That's good, wanting to eat means you're getting better. I'll have Mandy cook you some porridge."
Aunt Lucy had stayed up with Olivia the whole night, but now, all she thought about was getting Olivia to have a hot bowl of porridge. Olivia sat back on her pillow, feeling deeply touched.