"After lying in bed for so many days, I guess you must be hungry, I brought something to eat." Louis asked the shopkeeper to go to a restaurant down the street and buy some food.

Originally, Louis was counting on the shopkeeper's kitchen to be able to make a few decent meals, but after trying it himself, he couldn't help but be disappointed, maybe the food here was only suitable for the rugged man.

In the end, Louis asked the shopkeeper to go to the restaurant outside to pack some delicious dishes.

Louie pulled out a wooden folding table and placed it on Silvie's bed, then presented the food he had bought on it.

The porridge served in a porcelain bowl is made with a little color broth, and it is a very authentic porridge with preserved eggs and preserved eggs.

There is also some sesame oil in the preserved egg and lean pork porridge to add flavor, exuding a fragrance that makes people's taste buds excited.

Perhaps because she had been bedridden for a long time, her hunger was easily tempted and reacted to the scent, and Silvi's face moved slightly.

"You don't have to be polite, please use it!" Louis moved a chair and sat quietly next to Sylvie's bed, revealing a dignified and elegant man's charm and unique temperament.

Sylvi was still a little hesitant.

Seeing that Sylvie was not completely hiding in her own world, Louie handed the bowl with the spoon in front of Silvie, and although Sylvie did not move, Louie did not force her to eat.

If there was a third party here, I am afraid that I would have been impatient for a long time, and after a long time, Silvie's arm slowly moved.

It was a stiff movement for fear of being beaten.

Even though the trauma has been completely healed, the pain that is imprinted on the memory remains.

In the end, Silvi still picked up the spoon, scooped up a small spoonful of porridge, and then put it in her mouth and swallowed it.

The porridge was very thick, and Louis specially asked the shopkeeper to cut the ingredients to a very fine level, and then use eighteen ingredients that were boiled over a slow fire, so that they could be swallowed without biting.

Silvie's throat moved up and down, and the porridge slid into her stomach.

Her originally godless eyes moved slightly, and although it was really a small movement, it was a big transformation from a delicate puppet to a living human.

Silvie's other hand trembled as she moved, taking the porcelain bowl from Louis's hand.

But Sylvi had not yet fully recovered, and could not even hold the bowl properly, so Louis saw this, so he held the bowl with his hand and put it in a position that was more convenient for her to eat.

Sylvie stabbed the spoon into the bowl she held in her hand and began to gobble down the porridge into her stomach.

She was really hungry, and she didn't resist Louie anymore.

If the porridge is not cooled to the right temperature, according to Silvi's anxious way of eating, it will definitely burn to the tongue.

As a result of the gobbling up at one point, the porridge spilled from Sylvie's mouth, staining the pajamas on her chest, but she didn't care.

It's not so much that Sylvie is eating, but rather that she is drinking.

Silvi exerted all her strength, finished the porridge at a speed that was completely incomparable to that just now, and exhaled with satisfaction holding the empty bowl.

Sylvie, who had turned back into a normal person, slowly closed her eyelids heavily.

The feeling of a full stomach, the clean, soft clothes on the bed and on her body, and the comfort effect of scrubbing her body soothed her spirit, and she began to be attacked by the Sandman.

That's right, what she needs most now is a full amount of sleep and rest.

However, the moment Sylvie's eyes narrowed into a line, her eyes widened suddenly, and she shrank into a ball of unusually frightened.

Louis on the side was a little overwhelmed, wondering if Sylvie was afraid to close her eyes because she remembered her previous situation, or was she afraid that her current dreamlike situation would come to naught and disappear. Or is there something else?

The answer may not even be known to Sylvi herself.

In order to reassure Sylvie, Louis said to her gently, "Your body is still very weak now, so you should rest for a while." Don't push yourself and get a good night's sleep.

As long as you stay here, you won't be in any danger. I promise you, when you wake up, you'll still be in this bed, and no one can take away everything you have now. ”

Louie's words were indeed very infectious, and as Sylvie listened, her godless eyes moved for the first time, and she began to look at Louie from the front.

Though Sylvie's blue eyes lacked brilliance and powerless. However, it was no longer the eyes of the dead, but of the living, and she had begun to cheer up, and the situation was getting better and better.

Sylvie's mouth opened softly, then closed again, opened again, and closed again.

This was repeated several times, as if to confirm something.

During the whole process, Louis always looked after her gently, and did not make any urging, just watched her silently.

Silvi shouted hoarsely, "Ah......hhhhh

Eventually, her lips parted, leaking out several inaudible sounds. Then he quickly said, "Thank you...... Thank you...... You ......"

Her first words were not to confirm the situation she was in, but to thank her.

Grasping a part of her personality, Louie showed a genuine smile that was different from the usual fake one.

Louis knew that what Sylvie lacked most at this time was trust and security, and he confessed, "Don't worry. Since I have saved you, I will do everything I can to keep you safe. ”

Receiving Louis's assurance, Silvi's eyes widened slightly, and then her mouth began to shake.

The pair of blue eyes gradually became moist, and tears came out of their eyes in an instant.

Sylvie then opened her mouth wide and cried uncontrollably.

She lay on her stomach on the bed and twitched all over, shining tears rolling in her eyes, and then, large, round, glittering tears rolled down her cheeks, dripping on the corners of her mouth, on her chest, on the bed.

A suppressed and painful sigh seemed to be pulled out of the depths of her soul with difficulty, scattered throughout the room, weaving a dark blue sorrow.

Soon after, in Silvi's cries, curses began to mingle.

Sylvi constantly cursed her fate, hated the existence that gave her this fate, and resented why no one had reached out to help her. The spearhead of the curse was also pointed directly at the savior in front of him, Louie.

If only you could have saved me sooner......

It's complaints like this.