On the second floor of the White Tower ward area, the morning sunlight slanted through the windows into the sickroom, painting a touch of warmth onto the icy cold walls.
"Son, take it slow, be careful not to scald yourself, it would hurt if you did."
Under Sun Xiaoqin's encouraging gaze, Li Huowang, shaky, picked up a spoon half-filled with porridge and unsteadily fed himself.
A simple action, yet it was incredibly difficult for Li Huowang to perform at this moment.
Due to lying in bed for an extended period, his muscles had atrophied. Although he had begun rehabilitative training, it didn't show noticeable results so quickly.
"Son, let me feed you instead."
Li Huowang gently shook his head in refusal, "No need, at this time I'd rather move a bit, doing anything is good for my body."
Hearing this, Bai Lingmiao sitting beside him stopped and withdrew her hand.
Li Huowang slowly ate a few mouthfuls before his face twisted in pain, his hand going to his head.