That girl is not a simple person, that's for sure!

Will walked over to Jasmine, carefully sitting down beside her bed. At such a close distance, the strong smell of meat porridge made Jasmine, who hadn't eaten since morning, a bit hungry. Will took the silver spoon and scooped up a spoon of hot porridge. He blew the spoon of porridge to cool it and brought it close to Jasmine's mouth. The atmosphere was silent, the two of them were like two strangers and familiar, sitting close to each other. Jasmine looked at the man who was feeding her spoonfuls of porridge, her discomfort rising again. She really wanted to know if what she was thinking was true. But she didn't know how to speak. If asked frankly, Will certainly would not answer her. But if she didn't ask, every question made her feel uneasy inside.

"What 's up?"